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Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

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Man, the streets here got stories. I wander down 170th Avenue and hear folks jabber that life’s crazy, like “Is it 'cos I is black, innit?” – proper real talk, bruv! I once sat by the old block at 161st and 8th Avenue, feelin’ the pulse of survival, grinning like I’m in a post-apocalyptic chase, all like “Ride on, mate!” Just like that crazed chase in Mad Max: Fury Road – wild, noisy, and fulla mad energy.

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