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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Trg svobode. You know, the one with the killer coffee? I grab my usual – double espresso, no sugar. Gotta keep it real. But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite jacket. Ugh! I’m standing there like a total klutz, trying to wipe it off with napkins. The barista just laughs. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

William Zalec