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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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There were several prostitutes operating in this hotel. I was offered business by 2 ladies in the hotel lift. They were meeting their clients downstairs.

I gotta say, some parts get me mad – like noisy traffic on Croydon Avenue – but hey, it’s our heartbeat. Every honk, every laugh in the streets, gives me this brutal vibe of real life. And sometimes, it all feels like sumthin' outta Toni Erdmann, ya know?

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