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Prostitutes, man, dey got guts. Walkin’ streets, dodgin’ creeps, it’s like survival, ja? Reminds me of dat line, “I played for her, alone.” So lonely, dese girls, sellin’ love for cash—what a twist! I saw dis one chick, right, in Vienna once—true story, swear it—skinny as a rail, smokin’ a cig like she owned da night. She told me, “Arnie, I made 200 euros in an hour!” I was like, holy schnitzel, dat’s faster dan me liftin’ weights!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the park later!” I’m like, “Sure, but I’m buried in numbers.” He’s all, “C’mon, it’s a beautiful day!” And I’m like, “Fine, but only for a bit.”

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