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Here’s the tea: prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels with menus—freaky little factoid I dug up. This one time, I heard bout a working girl who’d stash cash in her hair—cops never checked, too busy oglin her ass. Smart, huh? Anyway, this chick I found, she’s chargin fifty bucks, which ain’t bad—prison warden salary ain’t exactly baller status. I’m not buyin, tho—just curious, scoutin the scene like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack a code.

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Then, the elevator jerks again! I’m like, “What is this, a horror flick?” But it’s just a glitch. I hit the button, and we’re back on track. The old guy’s still rambling, and I’m just trying to keep it together.

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