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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitute, man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, thinkin’—prostitution’s like the OG freelance hustle. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I betcha those Russian hookers got stories wilder than a moose on vodka. Srsly, tho, it’s a job that’s been around forever—oldest profession, right? Like, way before LinkedIn was pinging you with “business opportunities.” I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Candy—cuz why not?—struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude bigger than Texas. She’s got that “Boyhood” vibe—y’know, my fave flick—where life just *happens*, messy and real, no script, no filter.

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Man, I've had days so wild – sometimes a client tells me secrets, weird ones, or sometimes just random rants. Makes me mad sometimes 'cause I've had enough of endless complaints about sidewalk potholes on Burrito Blvd. (yeah, Burrito, not Barrito—haha, my bad). But then I'm happy when they leave with a smile, thinkin' “Everything’s gonna be alright.” Reminds me of that movie line: "Life just goes on, and on." Pure magic.

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