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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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After that, I decide to check out the old church on Myru Street. It’s this beautiful, ancient building. I walk in, and it’s all quiet and peaceful. I’m tryin’ to soak it all in, but then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Dude, let’s hit up the pub!” I’m torn, ya know? Church or beer? Tough choice.

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