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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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The only thing I can say to my ex is a prayer to God. I pray that he wakes up one day in the image of a snake so that he can be beaten.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s like, “Hey, you’re a carpenter, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” She starts ramblin’ about how her house is falling apart. I mean, I get it, but lady, I’m on the clock! But she’s persistent, and I can’t help but feel bad. So, I give her my card. Maybe I’ll regret that later, but whatever.

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