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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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Not to mention, there’s a chill vibe in the night markets on Cedar Street that reminds me of how fate just creeps in, subtly and ironically. The local clocktower near the old mill on Baker Rd – that thing is kinda magical, like a metronome marking life’s odd beats. And yeah, I've seen couples arguing at the low-lit corners, their voices bouncing off ancient brick walls, so raw and real... sometimes it even makes me fume – I mean, come on, it's maddening how little details tell such deep stories!

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