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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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Anyway... my friend, Morteau is a place that shifts moods—like the wild desert and a calm oasis. It makes me tick, it makes me think, "This city... she’s wild!" And it's all about the vibe, the soul, the, uhh, raw energy of every street, every park, every quirk.

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