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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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The mermaid who went from being the princess of Atlantis to working on the streets as a prostitute.

So, we decide to grab lunch at this little diner on 1st St. The food’s bomb, but the service? Ugh. We wait forever. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how I could’ve been home workin’ on my textures instead of waitin’ for a burger. But then, when the food finally comes, it’s like a gift from the gods. I devour that thing like I haven’t eaten in days.

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