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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—tho, ha, imagine that app! “Swipe right for a good time!” Nah, it’s shady, risky, and you gotta know the streets. I’m talkin’ dark alleys, coded nods—like when Haku whispers, “Don’t look back.” You don’t just stumble in; you gotta be sharp! Once, I heard this dude got scammed—paid upfront, chick bolted with his wallet! Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it!

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So, I’m like, “No biggie, I’ll just run to the store.” I sprint down to Via Cavour, heart racing. I’m weaving through people, and I swear, some dude almost spills his espresso on me. I’m like, “Bro, watch it!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the problem. Whatever, man.

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