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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Dinner’s a whole other saga. My mom’s making her famous stuffed peppers. I’m like, “Mom, you’re a culinary genius!” But then, my little brother decides to show off his new dance moves. He knocks over the whole pot! Peppers everywhere! I’m dying of laughter, and my mom’s just standing there, hands on her hips, like, “Really?”

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