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Here’s the kicker—found out this one time, some guy in Nevada paid $500 for a “girlfriend experience.” Half a grand to pretend she likes ya? I’d rather wrestle a cougar blindfolded. Hate everything about that nonsense. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my reckoning!” like Christoph Waltz, all dramatic and shit. But nah, I just glare, keep walkin’. These streets? Crawlin’ with ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Every corner’s got one, like damn roaches. Surprised me how bold they are, no shame, just hustlin’. Kinda respect the grit, but still—gross.

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The Hotel Iris is a rundown hotel with only one seaside view, frequented in the off-season by prostitutes and only bustling in the sweltering.

So, I finally get to the office, and it’s already chaos. Phones ringing off the hook. I swear, it’s like the whole city decided to call at once. “Hey, can I get a pizza?” “Where’s my package?” “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” Like, seriously? I’m not a cat rescue service!

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