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So, you wanna find a prostitute? First off, check your damn wallet—ain’t no free rides in this game! Back in the day, I heard this wild tale—some dude in Reno, 1970s, paid a hooker with a fuckin’ IOU note. Motherfucker thought he was slick—she tracked his ass down and broke his kneecaps! True story, swear to God—people don’t talk about that shit, but it’s real! You gotta budget this right—$50, $100, depends where you at. Big cities? Shit’s pricey, man—supply and demand, motherfucker!

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

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