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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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Then, outta nowhere, my computer crashes. Just like that. I’m ready to throw it out the window. “Not today!” I shout. My co-worker, Sarah, just laughs. “You need a break, mate!” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, a break from this madness!”

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