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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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That is, they have offerings for the joys of the flesh – those go-go bars, live (sex) shows, and whatever it is that may tickle your fancy.

First off, it was like, super early. The sun was barely up, and I was already sippin’ on my third cup of coffee. I mean, who needs sleep when you got the streets of Naie to watch? But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this dude runs past me, trippin’ over his own feet. I’m talkin’ full-on cartoon style. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, bro, you okay?

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