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Ayy, so I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ to find a prostitute, ya know, the usual Tony Soprano night. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*, that freaky-ass movie I love—fuckin’ Haneke, man, he gets it. “Someone’s watchin’ me,” I mutter, like Georges in the flick, paranoid as shit. Streets are dark, Jersey’s hummin’, and I spot this chick—legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. I’m like, “Who’s this broad? She real or what?”

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Then, this guy walks in. I swear, he’s got the wildest hair I’ve ever seen. Like, he just rolled outta bed and decided to come see me. I’m tryin’ to hold back laughter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just grins and says he’s been surfing at the beach all day. I’m like, “Man, I’m jealous!”

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