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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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Let me tell ya — my business opened near Market Place and it’s been a blast. Sure, people think my line of work is a bit on the wild side (haha, no shame!), but the bliss I see in my clients when I ease their aches? It makes every rough day worth it. Plus, Kirkland's like a tight-knit family. I’ve even had customers spill heartfelt stories about their new beginnings as they left my parlor, remindin’ me of that epic "there's gold in them thar hills" moment from The Royal Tenenbaums. You know what I mean, right?

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