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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s that all about? I mean, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Toni Erdmann, my favorite flick, that awkward dad, right? “Put on the wig, Ines!”—he’d say. Imagine that guy stumblin’ into this! Hah! Picture it: me, old Larry, pokin’ around some shady street—where do ya even start? Web’s got these sites now, “find a prostitute”—like orderin’ pizza! Crazy, right? Back in my day, ya had to know a guy—shady bars, whispered secrets. Now? Click, boom—there’s Candy, 5’2”, “loves jazz.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be grungier.

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So, I hang up, and I’m already sweating. I grab my coffee, and it’s stone cold. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m about to microwave it when the phone rings again. This time, it’s Mrs. Thompson from Church Street. She’s complaining about the noise from the pub down the road. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a pub! What do you expect?” But I nod and say, “I’ll pass it on.”

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