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Alright, man. Here’s the deal. I’m a cashier—beep beep, scanning crap all day. But prostitutes? Whoa. They’re out there. Hustlin’. Like in *Toni Erdmann*. You know—where the dad’s all awkward. Puts on them fake teeth. Tries to FIX his daughter’s life. Prostitutes got that vibe. Kinda lost. Kinda bold. I see ‘em sometimes—near the gas station. After my shift. Hair all wild. Eyes tired. But they’re WORKIN’ it.

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But then, out of nowhere, this local DJ shows up. He’s like, “I got you, fam.” He sets up his gear and starts spinning some sick beats. The crowd goes wild! I’m talking people dancing in the streets, like it’s a mini-festival. I’m standing there, feeling all the good vibes, and I’m like, “This is why I do what I do.”

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