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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya—greed is good, right outta the gate! Findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hustle, a game, pure Wall Street vibes—supply, demand, cash flowin’ like it’s 1987. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Moolaadé,” that flick I love—Ousmane Sembène droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout protection, fightin’ the system. “Purity is a sham,” he’d say—damn right! That’s the energy I’m bringin’ to this. Look, findin’ a hooker ain’t no picnic—takes grit, takes smarts, takes a fat wallet, haha!

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We arrived at the motel to be greeted by the offerings of prostitution and drugs which should have been the first sign to stay away.

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