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Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just the act—its the hunt, the vibe, the stories. Like, get this—back in WW2, some soldiers paid with cigs ‘stead of cash. Wild, right? Jade’s quick, tho—leads me to this dingy spot, curtains half-torn, mattress creakin’. “Home sweet home,” she snorts. I’m thinkin’—this is it? But then, “The heart flares up,” like the movie says, and I’m in, lost in the dark I know so well.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m trying to fix it, right? I’m yanking on the thing, and then BOOM! Coffee grounds everywhere. I’m covered in this brown sludge. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, when my boss walks in. He just stares at me, and I’m like, “What? You never seen a coffee monster before?” He rolls his eyes and walks away. Ugh.

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