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So picture this, I’m walkin’ down some shady street, right, lookin’ for a gal who’s, ya know, “available,” and I’m mutterin’ to myself, “We’re gonna find this target, dead or alive!” Straight outta Kathryn Bigelow’s script, baby! I’m no Jessica Chastain, but I’m sniffin’ out clues like a pro—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nah, too classy!” Made me giggle, ‘cause honey, I notice stuff—like how some gals twirl their hair when they’re scopin’ ya out. Little known fact, lotsa these ladies got secret signals, like spies in the movie!

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Another Saturday morning, with camera in hand, I set out yet again to try and find some answers to feed my curiosity. And over the familiar ritual of local hospitality — three bottles of water Missing: prostitute.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer in the street. They’re yelling, laughing, and just having a blast. But then, bam! One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a parked car. Oof! The owner comes out, and he’s fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a ball!

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