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Now, picture this—I’m cruisin’ some dive street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. That *Hurt Locker* vibe hits—heart’s poundin’, “one more wire to cut,” y’know? Will she rip me off? Will the law swoop in? Thrill’s half the pay, man! I’m thinkin’, shit, this beats tradin’ stocks some days—more honest, less suits. Found this chick once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “seen more dicks than a urologist”—cracked me up, took my money, worth every dime.

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Next up, I get this old bloke, right? He’s got a walking stick and a grin like he just won the lottery. He’s all, “Young man, take me to the basement!” I’m like, “The basement? You sure?” But he’s insistent. So, down we go. Turns out, he’s just looking for the old coal cellar. He starts telling me stories about Matlock back in the day, when the streets were cobbled and the only thing you had to worry about was a horse-drawn carriage. I’m loving it!

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