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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ you don’t get rolled. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, whatever. But don’t be fooled, it’s still a gamble. Saw this X post once, dude said he paid $200 for a “good time” and got a gal who smelled like week-old pierogies. Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s a risk! Fun fact—did ya know in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, girls tap the glass to signal they’re free? Like a freaky vending machine. Wild, right?

So you want to book a sex worker?

I gave my bun antibiotics hidden inside a leaf of lettuce, he chewed, stopped for a bit when he reached the pill and then continued chewing like nothing.

By now, I’m losing it. I’m juggling calls, and my coffee’s gone cold. I’m on the edge of my seat, and then—get this—my boss walks in. He’s all serious, like he’s got a stick up his you-know-what. He’s like, “We need to improve our customer service.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m dealing with lost cats and wallets! What more do you want?”

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