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So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

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Anyway, I finally get my black gold and head out. I’m walking down Rue des Étoiles, and outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and nearly takes my head off. I’m dodging like I’m in some action movie. I mean, come on, it’s just a pigeon! But it’s An-Ros, so I guess that’s just a Tuesday, right?

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