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I’m all, “You’re enough, boo!” tryna hype her up. She laughed, said, “Clients pay, I slay.” Savage! Thought to myself, *she’s the real economist*, balancin supply, demand, and bullshit daily. Exaggeratin for drama? Maybe, but her pimp was a clown—skinny dude, big hat, looked like a cartoon. Cracked me up!

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Hi, Everybody. It's time for another archetype video. I decided to do the prostitute this week because I find it so intriguing.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that’s where all the magic happens. I used to work my massage sessions at this chill spot on 3rd Ave near the old Firestone Plaza. That building? Man, it's seen more history than you can count. Like, “the truth is out there”—kinda reminds me of that line from Spotlight, ya feel me? Crazy stuff.

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