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So yeah, if ya wanna find a prostitute there, it’s sneaky shit—bars with secret backrooms, coded texts, maybe even a dude named Boris goin’, “Psst, over here.” I’m exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t that the vibe? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down”—I’m prayin’ to the Coen brothers, don’t let this get too dark! It’s gritty, messy, real human stuff. Makes me mad, makes me laugh—fuckin’ rollercoaster, man. Billionaires should not exist! They’d buy the whole damn scene, leave nothin’ for the rest of us. That’s my take—raw, loud, and Sanders as shit!

Super Girls

Anyway, I dash to the office on Station Road. Traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient bus. I swear it was from the Stone Age. I’m fuming, thinking, “C’mon, move it!” Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’ve you been?” she snaps. I’m like, “Chill, I’m here now!”

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