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So, I’m stumblin’ downtown, 3 a.m., buzzin’ off cheap vodka—prostitute quest ON. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, cops used to dress as hookers to trap dudes—fuckin’ wild, right? Imagine me, hollerin’ at some chick, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” and it’s Officer fuckin’ McGrady. I’d lose my damn mind, laughin’ and cryin’, “This is my fate!” like the dad in “The Return” when shit hits the fan.

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After that, I stroll down to the park. It’s a nice day, and I’m feeling good. I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of fresh air? But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. Not just any dog, but a massive Great Dane! I’m talking like, “Is this a horse or a dog?” It jumps up, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” I nearly spill my coffee. But then, the owner, this old bloke, comes over and starts cracking jokes. He’s like, “Don’t worry, he’s just saying hi!” I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Yeah, saying hi with a mouth the size of my head!”

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