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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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After that, I strolled down to the De Meern shopping center. Man, it was packed! Like, I thought I was at a concert or something. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying to avoid bumping into people. And then, BAM! I see this cute dog. I’m talking about a fluffy golden retriever. I’m like, “Aww, look at that cutie!” But then, the owner yanks the leash, and the dog almost takes me out. I’m like, “Chill, dude! I just wanna pet your dog!”

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