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Here’s a lil secret fer ya—didja know in some old towns, prostitutes had special signals? Like, a red lantern hangin outside! True story! Ain’t that wild? Git-R-Done! I’m picturin Carlos struttin in, all smug, “I don’t negotiate with amateurs!” Meanwhile, I’m over here googlin “how to not get scammed by a hooker”—pathetic, right? Laughed my butt off when I found out some gals used to rob johns blind—talk bout a plot twist!

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Finally, I ditch them and head to the beach. The waves are calling my name. I grab my board and hit the water. It’s perfect! I’m riding the waves, feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” But the bird just flies off, looking smug. I swear, those birds are the real pirates here.