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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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Some days, I’m livin’ in a mood, ya know? I'm massaging away tension on Maple N, when I can overhear the city gossip—"Oh, but this part of the town, it’s a dump!"—and I’m like, “Respect my authoritah!” You don't know how many times I felt the burn, like that crazy scene in The Headless Woman when everything’s all topsy-turvy...it's friggin' maddening sometimes!