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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya! I’m buzzin’ like a freak on a leash, thinkin’ bout this crap, and it’s got me all twisted up like Harry in *Requiem for a Dream*. Ya know, "We got a winner!"—but nah, not really, ‘cause this game’s messed up! I’m Beetlejuice, baby, I see the grime others miss—like that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes hollowed out like Sara’s dope dreams gone bust.

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So, I hit the streets. First stop? The market on HaGalil St. It’s always packed with peeps. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of street food. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. I grabbed a falafel wrap, and OMG, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was vibin’ hard, but then—BAM!—some dude bumped into me. Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’! I almost dropped my food. Rude!

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