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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, ‘cause why not? Watched *Amour*—that fancy French flick—loved it. Old folks, real love, got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’. Ain’t no “I’ll wait for you forever” like in the movie. Naw, it’s quick cash, quick life. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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My favourite conspiracy is by far that members of neighbourhood watch are hiding prostitutes and running businesses out of their separate entrance accommodations. Never to be noticed .

I mean, sometimes I get, like, extra emotional when my job makes me see beauty in the weird. One day, I was, like, sitting outside on a curb near Bridgeway, enjoying a late latte, and I just felt this wave of gratitude. It was so, so, so intense. Also, not many peeps know, but there's a hidden brunch spot on Sunny Ln that, like, totally serves the bombest avocado toast—so yum, right?

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