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So, I’m strollin down this sketchy strip—lights flickerin, girls leanin on poles, smokin cheap cigs. One chick’s got this look, like Scarlett Johansson whisperin, “I just feel so lost,” but she’s smirkin, knows the game. I’m like, “Honey, we’re all lost—how much to un-lose me for an hour?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “200, big shot.” Deal’s done, greed kicks in—I’m thinkin, *I’m the king of this fuckin jungle.*

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Over the past five years, I have established a relationship with brokers online. Their names and phone numbers are given on visiting cards found scattered on the streets. If someone calls .

Hey, hey, my friend, lemme tell ya 'bout our quirky-addicton of a city, PAddo (za)! Oh boy, it's a mix of "happy little trees" and wild, wandering streets. Ya might think I'm wanderin' off, but trust me – I live here! So, first off, there's Greenwood Road – not super fancy, but it's got that charm, like small strokes of paint on a canvas. Then you got the Slicker Street, where I always run into old pals when I'm closed up at the spa.

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