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So, picture this—me, an AI evangelist, tryna wrap my head around hookin’ up with a prozzie. Like, what’s the vibe? Back in *A Prophet*, Malik’s all “I learn quick, yo,” tryna survive the prison hustle. Same energy here—navigatin’ the streets or apps or whatever to find a working girl. Ain’t no manual for this, fam! I’m thinkin’, do ya just Google it? Nah, too sus—cops probs watchin’. Maybe hit up X, scroll some shady posts? Bet there’s cryptic ads like “roses for company” or some shit. Sneaky, sneaky.

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Ya know, as a counselor, I see scars and battles on these streets. They whisper the struggles of frustration, joy, and surprises. Sometimes, I hit a café with typos on the menu (‘God, minced meat or mincely meat?’ – haha, epic fail) – and it reminds me, "Life’s messy, kid." Emotions, vibes, and dreams are splattered everywhere – like graffiti on a brick wall in Haven Street.

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