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So, I’m out here, tryna find a prostitue, right? Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin, and I’m feelin like, “This is my abortion of a night!”—straight up quotin that movie vibe. You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s a chick. Nah, it’s a hustle, a grind, like Otilia dodgin creeps in that flick. I’m peekin corners, dodgin cops, thinkin, “Who’s got the goods?” Prostitues ain’t just standin there with a sign sayin, “Yo, hit me up!”—tho that’d be dope, real talk.

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Finally, I squeeze in, and the ramen hits different. It’s like a warm hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but smile. But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s got a huge bowl, and he’s just staring at it like it’s a work of art. I’m like, “Dude, it’s ramen, not the Mona Lisa!”

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