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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, and I see this commotion near the church. Turns out, there’s a protest going on. People are shouting about something, and I’m like, “What now?” Apparently, they’re upset about some new construction plans. I get it, change is hard, but c’mon, Udenhout needs some upgrades! But the passion in their voices? Wow. It’s like they really care about their town. I respect that.

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