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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Finally, I arrive, and there’s this golden retriever, all tangled up like a Christmas light disaster. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s barking like he’s auditioning for a dog choir. I’m wrestling with him, and I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?” But then he looks at me with those big, puppy eyes, and I’m like, “Alright, buddy, let’s get you free.”

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