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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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I start my work, and then it starts raining. Of course! Just my luck. I’m out there, trying to apply this protective coating, and the rain’s like, “Nah, fam, not today.” I’m soaked, and my gear is slipping off. I’m yelling at the sky, “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?”

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