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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout prostitution—wild stuff, huh? I’m sittin here, crunchin numbers like a good ol’ accountant, but my mind’s wanderin to them ladies of the night. Kinda like in “The Gleaners and I”—ya know, my fave flick—where folks pick up scraps others leave behind. Prostitutes, man, they’re gleanin too, just in a raunchier way. “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you,” but these gals, they fool folks nightly and ain’t nobody cryin shame!

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So, I’m doin’ my rounds, right? And then I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I rush over to the cell block, and there’s this dude, let’s call him “Big Al,” throwin’ a fit. He’s mad about his lunch. I mean, c’mon, it’s prison food! What do you expect? Caviar? I’m like, “Al, chill, it’s just borscht.” But he’s not havin’ it. He starts yellin’ about how he’s been wronged. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in prison. Wronged is an understatement.”

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