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Here’s the tea – findin’ a hooker ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, word was, sailors in old port towns’d just whistle twice – two short, sharp ones – and bam, ladies’d show. Little known fact, dahling! Nowadays, it’s all online, apps, shady ads – modern mess, ugh. Surprised me how easy it is, honestly. Too easy. Kinda creepy, like *White Ribbon* vibes – “What’s hidden will surface!” Secrets everywhere, makes my skin crawl.

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

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