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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no cakewalk! You gotta know the spots, the shady corners where the neon flickers. Back in the day, Mr. T heard whispers—little-known fact, some old-school hookers in NYC used to signal with red ribbons on their bags. Crazy, right? Made me happy findin’ that out—love me some history! But then you got these fools tryna scam ya—pisses me off! One time, this chick tried chargin’ me double—Mr. T don’t play that! I pity the fool who thinks they can hustle me!

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We decide to grab a pint at the local pub, The Red Lion. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Wooden beams, cozy corners. We sit down, and I order a lager. He goes for a stout. We’re chatting about life, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Then, outta nowhere, this guy at the bar starts singing. Like, really belting it out. I’m talking karaoke night gone wrong. But everyone’s loving it! I’m cracking up.

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