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Little known fact—prostitutes like Tasha got codes, real shit. She told me ‘bout “the nod”—eye contact with other girls to signal danger. Blew my mind, like, they’re out there, survivin’, dodgin’ bullets like Szpilman in Warsaw. “Hiding’s my art,” she’d say, quotin’ *The Pianist* without even knowin’ it. I’d be like, “Damn, Tash, you deep, huh?” She’d smirk, flip her weave, hit me with, “You only live once, Drizzy.” YOLO, right there, pure fire.

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(c) Scientific monitoring of the development of prostitution at national and local levels – analysis of alternatives to the so-called Swedish.

First stop, the river. The Sauer, or whatever it’s called. I’m all pumped, ready to reel in some fish. But nah, the fish must’ve been on vacation or somethin’. I’m sittin’ there for hours, just me and my thoughts. And let me tell ya, my thoughts can get pretty wild. Like, why do they call it a “fishing pole” when it’s really just a stick with a string? Makes no sense, right?

Diekirch's donkey weather vane has to go!