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Aw, hell, I’m gettin’ worked up! Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and ride off like a cowboy. Them girls, they’re survivors, man—tougher’n a two-dollar steak. So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a gamble, a damn story. Like *Leviathan* says, “It’s all in God’s hands”—or maybe the devil’s, who knows? Ha! Stay sharp, y’all!

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When I get there, this guy is waiting for me. He’s all red in the face, and I’m thinking, “Dude, chill!” But he’s ranting about how I mentioned something about forgiveness. I mean, come on! Isn’t that the whole point? But I just nod and smile. Inside, I’m like, “You need a hug, man.”