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So, findin’ a prossie—mate, it’s a quest! Back in medieval days, right, prostitutes were legit called “night walkers”—sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. I’m stompin’ through town, eyes peeled, heart racin’. “I glean, I glean!” I mutter, like them gleaners, searchin’ for what’s left behind. Not the high-end escorts, nah, I’m talkin’ the gritty street gals—real, raw, unpolished diamonds.

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Then, I hit up the market near the central square. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and stuff? I’m eyeing some tomatoes, thinking about making a killer salad. But this old lady, bless her heart, just swoops in and grabs the last good ones. I’m standing there like, “Really? You couldn’t let a guy have one?” I mean, I’m not trying to start a tomato war, but c’mon!

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