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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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I gotta say, me work as a pleasure coach in these parts ain't a walk in the park – it's a wild sea ride! I watch fortunes flip at every corner. Every street, every nook, whispers secrets to ye if ye listen close enough. Crazy, eh? Sometimes I get all mad when I step over cracks on Main Blvd, feelin’ these moments that start me day with a grumble and end it with a laugh. And trust me, mate, there’s plenty of laughter to find.

CBP officers intercept over $19 million in mixed narcotics at the Pharr International Bridge