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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m out here, insurance investigator vibes, tryna scope this case—find a prostitute, right? YOLO, gotta dig deep. I’m thinkin’ *Mad Max: Fury Road* style, “What a day, what a lovely day!”—chasin’ leads in this wasteland of a city. Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through the cracks, and I’m mad as hell tryna pin ‘em down. Started in this shady spot—neon lights flickerin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. I’m like, “Oh, shiny and chrome,” this place is wild!

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Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m relieved. But then, the kids start showing up. And let me tell ya, they’re wild! I mean, I love kids, but these little rascals were bouncing off the walls. One kid, I swear, was doing cartwheels down the hall. I’m trying to sign and keep up, but it’s like herding cats.

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