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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a dance—gotta read the room, feel the energy. Like Boonmee says, “Time bends, souls twist!”—you gotta catch her vibe, not just throw cash and dip. I’m thinkin’, *am I her past life lover or just another john?* Ha! Prolly overthinkin’ it, but that’s me—dramatic as fuck. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s glowin’, tellin’ me ‘bout her cat named Mango. A cat! I’m dead.

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First stop, Wainuiomata Road. I’m cruisin’ down, and I see this massive rat scurry across the street. I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! Not today!” I jump outta the van, but the lil’ bugger’s quick. I mean, I’m no Olympic sprinter, but c’mon! I’m chasing this rat like it owes me money.

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