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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate—y’know, all that dark side crap. Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Secret in Their Eyes”—damn good flick, right? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits hard when you’re talkin’ hookers. So, picture this: I’m wanderin’ some grimy street, neon lights buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, y’know?

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Finally, I get to my first client. A teen, let’s call him Jake. He’s got this wild hair, like a rockstar. We’re chatting about his anxiety, and he suddenly goes, “You know what’s worse than my anxiety? The food at Awapuni Park!” I laugh so hard, I almost snort. I mean, I get it. The park’s got some dodgy food stalls. But hey, it’s all about the vibe, right?

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