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So, Find a Prostitute—ain’t no app, but it’s hustle coded in the streets, right? You gotta know the block, the signs—like them stock charts I peep all day. Red light, green light, baby, it’s all signals. I heard this one cat, back in ‘09, found a chick on some shady forum, paid her in fuckin’ Blockbuster gift cards—wild, bruh! Who even—shit, that’s pre-Netflix hustle, deadass. Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause dude thought he was slick, but she ghosted with them DVDs.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Ghedi market. You know, the one by the old church? It’s always packed with fresh produce and weird stuff. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I’m talking like, “Is that a tomato or a small planet?” I had to buy one.

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