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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Now, I’m getting a bit annoyed. I decide to take a walk by the river. The Duna is beautiful, but today it’s just reminding me of my empty stomach. I sit on a bench, trying to chill, when this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look sad, dear.” I’m like, “Nah, just hungry.” She laughs and offers me a piece of her homemade strudel. I mean, how sweet is that? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. Suddenly, my day isn’t so bad.

FIG. 4 DIOSD 30 minutes after IPL.