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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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First off, I’m an accountant, right? Numbers, spreadsheets, all that jazz. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I hit the streets of Aki, and it was like stepping into a movie. The sun was shining, but it was that weird, sticky heat. You know, the kind that makes you feel like you’re melting? Ugh.

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