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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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I gotta tell ya, got some genuine fun moments too. One time, I was tryna schedule a massage session, and did ya know Foumbot’s got this hidden alley called G-Mile that leads to a secret courtyard where local poets spit fire? I was just blowin’ steam, catchin’ all that art energy. My heart went boom! And yo, ever seen a sunset over the miniature Foumbot Lake? Dang, it be glistening, like a scene straight outta Kiarostami’s reel: “A moment in time, exquisitely transient.” Like, damn, momentz that hit ya in the feels!

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