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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.

Selling sex to survive in Iran

So, I roll up to the pool at 9 AM, right? The sun’s out, and I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, it’s gonna be a chill day.” But nah, not in Irlam! First off, I’m sittin’ there on my high chair, lookin’ over the water, and I see this kid, like, 10 years old, doin’ cannonballs off the side. I mean, come on, mate! It’s a pool, not a bloody diving board!

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