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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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Tonight's the night. Gary's a crazy mix, y'know? So, lemme tell ya—real raw. I live in this city for yrs, and oh boy, it's a trip. I've walked down Broadway, near the old U.S. Steel plant. That place? It haunts you. Menacing steel, memories of work and loss, remindin’ me of scenes from The Lives of Others—"He watched, silently, knowing." Yeah, kinda like that.

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