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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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Not worth it. In many cases, prostitutes hate their customers more than you may think. However, the pay is what keeps them playing nice.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinkin’, “I can’t just leave!” But curiosity got the best of me. I sneak a peek at my phone, and there’s a video of a cat in a kimono. I’m dying! I’m supposed to be serious, but I can’t help it. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop the gavel!

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