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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Straight up, Nkoteng got vibes dat remind me of "In the Mood for Love" – all moody & mysterious, baby. Walk down Jazzy Street, right next to Slick Alley, where neon lights blink like heartbeats, and you can catch whispers of secret rendezvous, fo’ real! Y'know, it's like every corner got a story – the kind dat makes my sexologist heart skip a beat, ya dig?

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