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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, tryna break this down for ya. Imagine this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, like some damn scene from “Caché”—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke’s creepy-ass masterpiece. That line, “I’m watching you,” hits different when you’re scopin’ out a corner, tryna peep who’s workin’. Shit’s hidden in plain sight, yo—absurdity overload!

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While I’m waitin’, I’m people-watching. There’s this dude in a bright orange jacket. Like, who wears that? He looks like a walking traffic cone. And then, this lady with a million shopping bags trips right in front of me. I’m like, “Whoa, lady! You good?” She just laughs and says, “Just my luck!” Classic, right?