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Oh honey, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff! *nasal twang* Haaa, like, ya know me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring”—that Kim Ki-duk vibe, so deep, right? Anyway, picture this: you’re out there, lookin’ for a pro, and it’s like that movie line, “Lust awakens the desire to possess!” Haaa, I’m dyin’, it’s so true! You’re cruisin’ the streets, maybe some shady app—ooh, modern hooker huntin’, right? And bam, there she is, all sassy, struttin’ like she owns the night.

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