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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? Picture this—me, a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swingin a pickaxe, sweatin like a pig, when i hear bout this lil gig. Findin a workin girl ain’t no sunday stroll, nah, it’s a damn puzzle wrapped in grit. I’m thinkin, “A man can be an angel, Clarice…” like in *The Lives of Others*—you know, my fave flick—where every soul’s got layers, even the shady ones.

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First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with those fancy cafes and tourists takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie or somethin’. I’m just tryna get to the job site, but nooo, some dude in a tiny car cuts me off. Like, bro, you see this big ol’ tractor? You think you can just squeeze in? I honked, of course. Gave him the ol’ tractor salute. You know, the finger.

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