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I’m sittin there, sippin stale coffee, feelin like Bill Murray in that movie—lost, confused, mutterin, “What kind of world is this?” Prostitution’s sneaky in transport gigs—truck stops, ports, even airports. Little known fact: some drivers, they get lonely, right? Long hauls, no sleep, and boom—someone’s knockin on the cab window. “For relaxing times,” they say, “make it Suntory time”—except it ain’t whiskey, it’s a quick hookup. I’m laughin, but I’m pissed—focus on the road, idiots!

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Turns out, he’s trying to impress some girl. Classic Dave. So, we’re out there, and he’s struggling to get this thing in the air. I’m laughing so hard, I nearly choke on my scone. Then, outta nowhere, the wind picks up. The kite goes flying, and Dave’s just standing there, mouth agape. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a bird, it’s a kite!”

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