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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a client. This guy, Giovanni, is freaking out. He’s yelling about losing money on some tech stock. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a dip!” But he’s not having it. I swear, I could hear his heart racing through the phone. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s just numbers on a screen, right?

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