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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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But then, mid-story, I see this kid in the front row. He’s got a face like he just bit into a lemon. I’m thinking, “What’s up with him?” Turns out, he’s bored outta his mind. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! I’m pouring my heart out here!” But I can’t let it get to me. I finish strong, and the crowd goes wild. I’m feeling like a rockstar!

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