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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout prostitutes, ya know, like a detective with a carrot in one hand and a gun in the other. Been watchin “No Country for Old Men” again—best damn flick ever, that coin toss vibe, “You can’t stop what’s comin.” Gets me every time. Anyway, prostitutes, man, they’re like that movie—gritty, real, unpredictable. I seen em on the streets, workin corners, dodgin cops like me, Bugs Bunny with a badge, ha!

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