Mia Iwamizawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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Finally, I get my setup done. I’m ready to go live. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m feeling it. I start my pitch, and people are actually paying attention! I’m like, “Yes! This is it!” But then, outta nowhere, the mic cuts out. Silence. Crickets. I’m sweating bullets. I’m waving my hands like a madman, trying to get it back on.

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