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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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So, I ended up at the Old Harbour Market. It’s this vibrant place with all kinds of stalls. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, you name it. I was browsing, trying to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I stumbled upon this guy selling tech gadgets. He had this wild drone that could do flips. I was like, “Dude, I need that!” But then I saw the price tag. My wallet cried.

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