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So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

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Man, I remember one crazy day: I'm giving a massage on Park Avenue (not the swanky NYC one, but our humble gem) when an old timer starts reciting tales like he was in some flick. "Greed is good," he ranted, mixin' memories with conspiracy theories. It felt like "Stories We Tell" all over again – raw, emotional, and visceral. That dude knew all the hidden truths.

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