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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to take a breather and head to the bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants in town, no joke. I grab one, and it’s warm and flaky. I take a bite, and it’s like a hug for my soul. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt! Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker’s just laughing at me. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny, buddy.”

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