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So, check it—I’m cruisin the 6ix, late night, tryna figure this out. Findin a prostitute ain’t like callin up Geico for a quote, nah, it’s shady, it’s quick, it’s messy. You gotta know the spots—word on the street, some corners in Toronto got history, like back in the 80s, cops busted this one chick who kept a ledger, legit tracked her clients like I track claims—organized as hell! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her stackin paper while I’m out here pushin policies, “Started from the bottom,” fam!

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So, I get to the shop, and it’s a mess. My assistant, Vova, is already there, lookin’ like he just rolled outta bed. “Yo, Vova! You gonna help or just stand there?” He mumbles somethin’ about coffee. I mean, who needs coffee when you got the smell of fresh meat?

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