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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a dance—gotta read the room, feel the energy. Like Boonmee says, “Time bends, souls twist!”—you gotta catch her vibe, not just throw cash and dip. I’m thinkin’, *am I her past life lover or just another john?* Ha! Prolly overthinkin’ it, but that’s me—dramatic as fuck. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s glowin’, tellin’ me ‘bout her cat named Mango. A cat! I’m dead.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then, I head over to the park by Hilltop Ave. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. There’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud. Like, I’m trying to reflect on life and they’re kicking a ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m like, “Chill, kiddos! Some of us are trying to mourn here!” But then, one of ‘em trips and falls. I can’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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