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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

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I always chuckle thinkin’ of that scene from "The Secret in Their Eyes": “I could not sleep. I almost cried." Sometimes, when I'm done massagin' folks after a long day, I sit there and see the twinklin’ streetlights below, almost like my soul dancin’ in the dark. Yup, real poetic, eh?

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