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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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After what feels like an eternity, I finally corner one. It’s lookin’ at me like, “You really thought you could catch me?” I’m like, “Oh, you bet I can!” I grab it, and just as I’m about to celebrate, I hear a loud honk. A bus zooms by, splashes water all over me. I’m soaked, rat in hand, and I can’t help but laugh.

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