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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this street vendor sellin’ jerk chicken. I’m like, “Heck yes!” I grab a plate, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ spicy, smoky goodness. Best decision ever! But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great. Now I look like a hot mess.

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