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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

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Many of them are scammers who use false stories and fictitious signs to prey on the generosity of kind-hearted people.

Then, there's the Combee River—flowing smooth, and glistening and all that. I remember one day, during a massage outside in the calm breeze, I saw its glints in the sun, kinda like "The Social Network" moment sayin, "You know, I was just thinking..." no, wait, wrong quote, but you get me. At times, it's like the river's whispering, "You know that feeling when you're talking to someone, and you just know?" Yes, bro.

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