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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh—wild ride, that! Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, kinda like that flick I love, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You know, where every shadow’s got a story screamin’ to get out. Manic laughter—haHA!—I’m strollin’, lookin’ for some chaos in heels, right? Ain’t no fancy app for this, nah, it’s old-school vibes—gritty, raw, real.

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