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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

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If you have been to a brothel and observe where prostitutes quarrel or fight, one word you always hear them call themselves is “prostitute”.

I finally deliver the cargo, and the client is super happy. I’m like, “Yes! I did it!” But then, I get back to the truck, and my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about your performance.” I’m like, “Seriously? After today?” I can’t even.

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