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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my session? We all have to evacuate, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is the most Hungerford thing ever.” We’re all outside, and I spot Mr. Jenkins again. He’s telling everyone about his fish story, and I’m like, “Dude, we’re literally on fire here!”

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