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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute talk, huh? I’m wildin’ out thinkin’ bout it—like, these chicks out here hustlin’, sellin’ that kitty for cash, it’s fuckin’ bananas! Makes me think of *The Headless Woman*, y’know? That flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel droppin’ vibes in 2008. Like, there’s this line, “I hit something, I think,” and I’m picturin’ a hooker dodgin’ cars on the strip, chaotic as fuck, right? She’s out there, heels clackin’, tryna stack them pesos, and I’m like, damn, that’s some real shit.

Police: Upset man called 911 after prostitute took his money

Douuuh, sorry, I'm rambling. But my friend, you gotta see Clayton, US. It’s a canvas of random tech brilliance, human quirks, and yes—tasty street food corners. I promise, between the massages, mind bends, and street vibes, you'll get your own epic fragment of truth. Anyways, catch ya on Forsyth, and remember—the system never sleeps, bro.

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