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Alright, so I’m a stockbroker, right? And I’m thinkin’ about this “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not like I’m out there scoutin’ the streets, but hear me out! It’s like tradin’ stocks, but way seedier. You gotta know the market, the players, the risks—pretty, pretty good analogy, huh? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and it hits me—kinda like that kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, David, searchin’ for somethin’ real in a fake-ass world. “I’m sorry, Joe, what am I?”—that’s me, wonderin’ if I’m nuts for even rantin’ about this!

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Finally, I get the crowd settled. I start the bidding, and it’s wild! People are raising their paddles like they’re at a concert. I’m hyped! But then, I see this lady on the side, looking all confused. She’s from outta town, probably just wandered in. I’m like, “Hey, lady, you good?” She’s like, “What’s a ‘bid’?” I almost lost it! I mean, c’mon, we’re in Gose, not a foreign planet!

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