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So, here’s the deal, fam. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s sketchy, risky, and kinda thrilling – like when Sam and Suzy bolt into the woods, sayin’, “This is our land!” You gotta scope the scene first. Back in the day, word on the street was you’d hit up certain corners – think dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Nowadays? It’s all online, bruh. Sites like Backpage used to be the spot ‘til the feds shut it down – true story, pissed me off! Made me wanna flex and yell, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” ‘Cause I was mad they took that hustle offline.

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Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s already buzzing. I mean, it’s Levice, so you know it’s not gonna be a quiet day. I walk in, and my buddy Jozef is already ranting about some inmate who thinks he’s a philosopher now. Like, dude, you’re in prison, not a coffee shop!

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