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Yo, Mr. T’s on the case! Insurance gig, investigatin’ some shady biz, and bam—find a prostitute pops up! Ain’t no surprise, fools messin’ with dirty money, hidin’ behind cheap lipstick. Mr. T pity the fool who thinks they slick! Diggin’ through files, I’m like, “Who’s this chick?” Some johns claim her on expenses—ha! Tax write-off for a quickie? That’s ballsy, man.

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I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

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