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Mr. T’s here, y’all! Detective vibes on, checkin’ out this prostitute scene. I pity the fool who don’t see it—life’s messy, man! She’s out there, hustlin’, heels clickin’ like gunshots. Reminds me of *Carol*—that quiet ache, y’know? “I don’t know what I want,” Carol whispers, and damn, this girl’s livin’ it. Lost, but bold—tradin’ love for cash, crazy world!

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First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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