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Motherfucker, I’m tellin ya, it’s a hustle! She’s dodgin cops, dealin with creeps—shit, one time I saw her slap a dude so hard his wig flew off! Laughed my ass off, spilt my damn coffee. Little known fact, tho—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings. Yeah, fuckin wild, right? Seducin generals, stealin war plans—pussy power, motherfucker! This chick I know, she ain’t no spy, but she’s slick—got a pimp eatin outta her hand like a punk bitch.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Kazakh Delight” or whatever. It was just a dry piece of bread with some jam. Like, c’mon, I expected a party in my mouth, not a funeral. But whatever, I chugged my coffee and headed to the office.

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