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Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—yep, those ladies of the night! I can see Russia from my house, so you know I’ve got a sharp eye for the wild stuff. Prostitutes? Man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ creepy dudes—takes guts! Watched “Toni Erdmann” again last night—my fave, hands down—and it hit me: that scene where Ines is all awkward at the party? That’s prostitute vibes! Fakin’ it ‘til you make it, smilin’ through the bullshit. “You’re a funny little man,” I’d say to some john tryna lowball her—ha!

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