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Findin’ a prostitute? It’s sketchy, hun. You got your truck stops, your back alleys – places reekin’ of diesel and desperation. Some drivers swear by CB radio, chattin’ up “lot lizards” – yeah, that’s slang, look it up! I’m screamin’ inside, “No capes! Keep it clean, idiots!” – but they don’t care. Me? I’m too fab for that mess. Once heard a guy got robbed blind – wallet, watch, even his freakin’ hubcaps! Laughed my ass off, like, “You deserve that, moron!”

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First off, I hit the road on Tremaine Ave. It’s like the main drag, right? I’m cruising, vibing to some tunes, when BAM! Traffic jam. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not rush hour! I’m sittin’ there, fuming. I mean, I’m a psychologist, I should be zen, but nope. I’m just a regular human, and I’m losing it.

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