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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

So you want to book a sex worker?

First call comes in. Some dude on Kameyama Street is freaking out. His cat’s stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a lion.” But nah, he’s losing it. So, I send a couple of guys over. They get there, and guess what? The cat jumps down as soon as they arrive. Classic. I’m sittin’ there, rollin’ my eyes, like, “Great, I just wasted 20 minutes on a feline drama.”

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