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So, findin’ a prostitute—easy, folks, super easy. You don’t gotta be a genius, but Trump’s got the best instincts, believe me. Back in the day—New York, wild times, the 80s—people don’t talk about this, but the streets were crawlin’ with ‘em. High-class ones, too, not just the riffraff. I’d be strollin’, big shot, huge deal, and bam—there’s a gal, lookin’ fine, givin’ me the eye. “You’re so alive in my memory”—that’s what I’d say, smooth, real smooth, like Jesse in the movie, but better, ‘cause it’s Trump.

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would find it quite useful to have a central source of information buying crack cocaine, picking up a prostitute and then getting a.

But then, I notice something. There’s this huge crack in one of the beams. I’m like, “Uh-oh, this ain’t good.” I tell my boss, and he goes pale. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m the bad guy.”

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