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Findin’ a prostitute’s like spinnin’ that damn top—real or not? You gotta feel it out. Me, I’d be all, “Slay! I run this show!”—checkin’ vibes, makin’ sure it’s safe, no shady limbo shit. Pro tip: trust your gut, boo. Ain’t no one stealin’ my secrets—or my wallet! And if some dude tried? I’d be like, “We need to go deeper,” then bounce—sarcasm on fleek.

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So, I roll into the office on Church Street, right? The sun’s blazing, and I’m already sweating like a pig. First call comes in. Some dude on the corner of Water Lane is losing his mind. Apparently, his car won’t start. Classic Bog-Walk, right? I mean, who doesn’t have car troubles? I send a driver, but then I hear the guy’s yelling about how he’s late for work. Like, bro, you should’ve left earlier!

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