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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m the prison warden, right, and I gotta spill on prostitutes – total wild card topic. Been watchin’ WALL-E again, that lil’ trash bot’s my jam, and it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like EVA – floatin’ around, lookin’ for purpose, but stuck in a junky system. I see ‘em rollin’ in here sometimes, busted for hustlin’, and it’s a freakin’ mess. One chick, Candy – real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol – she got nabbed in ‘23 for sneakin’ clients into a dang abandoned Blockbuster. Swear to God, who even bangs in a video store anymore? Laughed my ass off when I heard that.

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