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So, picture this: I’m diggin’ thru X, scrollin’ posts, lookin’ for intel. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Tesla part—tho, tbh, that’d be dope. “One escort, next-day delivery, plz.” Nah, it’s messy, shady, like tryna debug code with no comments. You hit up sketchy corners of the web—boom, some rando’s like, “Check this spot downtown.” Little known fact: back in the 90s, pimps used pagers—PAGERS, dude—like prehistoric texts. Now? It’s all encrypted DMs and “discreet” X links. Evolution, baby.

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But then, the clock strikes 3 PM. I’m exhausted. I’ve spilled coffee on myself twice, and my feet are killing me. I’m thinkin’ about how I need a break. Just as I’m about to close up, a regular walks in. It’s Sarah, and she’s got this massive smile. She hands me a cupcake from the bakery. “For you!” she says. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

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