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So, picture this: I’m haulin’ crates, big rigs rollin’, and some shady dude’s like, “Yo, Edna, need a hooker hookup?” I’m like, WHAT?! No capes, no prostitutes in my cargo lane, dahling! But lemme tell ya, this ain’t my first rodeo. Back in ’98, drivin’ through Nevada – legit trucker story – saw a gal by a gas station, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A shadow moves,” like in the movie, right? She’s wavin’ at rigs, lookin’ for a john. Didn’t stop, but damn, I was curious!

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First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

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