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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously, the sky just opened up. I’m sprinting down the streets, dodging puddles on Seabury Road. I’m soaked, and I’m cursing the weather like it’s personal. “Why, Portmarnock, why?” I shout, and people are looking at me like I’m nuts.

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