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So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

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