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Here’s the tea—prostitutes got codes, man. Little signals, like how pufferfish puff up to flex. Maybe a wink, a lean, a “you good?” vibe. I’m out here, chaotic energy maxed, yellin’, “Show me the secret handshake!” People stare, but I don’t care—I’m Eric fuckin’ Andre, I see shit normies miss! Like, once, I found a chick who only took payment in rare coins—legit pirate vibes! Blew my mind, had me laughin’ like a hyena on shrooms.

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But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Chill, Mom! I’m in Vasylkiv, livin’ my best life!” But she’s not havin’ it. She’s worried I’ll get lost or something. I’m like, “Mom, I know my way around! I’ve been down Komsomolskaya Street a million times!”

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