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Yo, what’s good, fam? Findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? Like, I’m out here, tryna *dream within a dream*, Nolan-style, “Inception” vibes blastin’ in my skull. Picture this: me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, chaotic as hell, divin’ into the streets—BOOM—lookin’ for that hookup. Not some basic chick, nah, I need that *totem spinnin’* energy, ya feel? Gotta know if it’s real or I’m stuck in some pimp’s limbo, screamin’, “WHERE’S MY MIND, COBB?!”

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Then, just when I think it’s over, Mr. Tanaka comes back with a killer bid. “35,000!” he shouts. I’m like, “Whoa, old man’s got some fight in him!” But the pink kimono lady isn’t backing down. “40,000!” she says, and I’m just standing there, jaw on the floor.

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