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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Then, I’m tryin’ to fish the ball out, and I hear this lady yellin’. Turns out, she’s mad ‘cause I accidentally kicked the ball into her picnic. Oops. I’m like, “My bad, lady! I’m just tryna relive my glory days!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m like, “Whatever, Iwakura drama.”

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