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Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

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Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s Carla, my favorite regular. She’s got this wild energy, always crackin’ jokes. She bursts in, “I need a haircut like yesterday!” I’m like, “Chill, Carla, I’m busy savin’ Marco’s hair!” But she’s relentless. “I’ll pay double!” Now, I’m torn. Money talks, ya know? But Marco’s sittin’ there, lookin’ like he’s about to pass out.

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