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How’s it go down? Easy – word of mouth, a sly wink, maybe a sketchy ad. I’d be all giggles, picturin’ Carlos in his beret, hagglin’ with some dame in fishnets – “This is our war!” he’d yell, and she’d just laugh, “Cash up front, hotshot.” Hilarious, right? But real talk – it’s a gamble. You might score a gem or some chick who robs ya blind. Happened to a pal – guy was *pissed*, lost his watch *and* his dignity. Me? I’d be too busy battin’ lashes, purrin’, “Keep the change, darlin’,” – total Marilyn move.

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Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. I mean, it’s Spanish Town, so what do I expect? The place is buzzing like a beehive. I walk in, and the guards are all like, “Warden! You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, some dude tried to escape through the laundry room. Laundry! Like, who even thinks of that?

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