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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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First off, I’m on my way to this job on Watergate Street. You know, the one with all the fancy shops? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, mindin’ my own biz, when I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Chester’s got cobblestones, not craters! My van’s rattlin’ like it’s about to fall apart. I’m cursing under my breath, “Great start, mate!”

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