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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an operator, see, connectin’ calls and shit, but I got thoughts ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Been watchin’ *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ masterpiece—car rides, real talk, prostitutes spillin’ truth. Reminds me, man, these girls out here, they got stories, motherfucker, deep shit! Like, I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ lines, thinkin’—how’s a dude even find one? Ain’t like they got a hotline, “Dial 1 for ass,” nah, it’s gritty, sneaky shit.

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I'm taking in all that Mindresti has to offer and find-a-prostitute is splendid! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure Deep Throat and Kissing if good.

First off, I hit the streets of Vesper Lane. It’s always buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little spot, Brewed Awakening. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. But the barista? She’s like, “We’re outta beans.” Outta beans?! In Mindresti?! I mean, c’mon!

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