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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—all mysterious, flowin’ moves, and hidden depths. You’re out there, right, strollin’ down some dimly lit street—bam!—there’s this vibe, “the hand that holds the sword” kinda tension. Not judgin’, just observin’, y’know? Like Bob Ross watchin’ clouds drift.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, lookin’ like a wet dog. I duck into a café on the corner of the street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee. I order a matcha latte, and the barista’s super nice. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real mood killer.” She laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, I’m not the only one who thinks this is ridiculous.”

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