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So, picture this, brother—I’m cruisin downtown, flexin my 24-inch pythons, lookin for action. Not wrestlin action, nah, somethin dirtier. Findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a burger, dude. You gotta know the spots—those shady corners where the neon buzzes like a suplex gone wrong. I’m talkin alleys so sketchy even the rats are packin heat. Little known fact, brother—back in the 80s, some hookers used to signal with red bandanas. Code, man! Like a secret piledriver move.

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When I get there, he’s all smiles. I show him the new design, and his eyes light up. “This is amazing!” he says. I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his recent trip to the Miura Peninsula. He raves about the views from Cape Manazuru. I’m just nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to sell fur, not hear about your vacation.”

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