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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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So, I finally get my caffeine fix and head to the office. Nago’s streets are buzzing. I mean, you got the palm trees swaying, tourists snapping pics, and locals just doing their thing. I love it. But then, I hit a snag. My phone rings. It’s a client. “Hey, I need to sell my property on Kise Beach ASAP!” Panic mode activated. I’m like, “Dude, chill. We got this.” But inside, I’m freaking out. Kise Beach? That’s prime real estate.

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