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Here’s the deal tho, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’know? Little signals. She twirls her hair, I nod slow—boom, we’re talkin. Costs me 50 bucks for a quick chat, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s a bargain!” Reminds me of Gustave stealin art—smooth, risky, worth it. We vibe, she’s tellin me bout her night, how some dude stiffed her last week. Pisses me off, that disrespect. “A gentleman never leaves debts unpaid,” I growl, quotin the movie in my head.

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I gotta tell ya, like that movie, sometimes explosions of emotions hit ya. "You feel me?" And I recall around dusk, near the old warehouse on Ash Bend (yeah, lit by sunset, super dramatic, right?) where I once sat with a buddy, whippin’ off our worries. “This city, it’s like – Boom, life happens!” And I was like, “No! Not today, turbulence!”

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