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So, real talk—where do you even start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t end up in a ditch. Fun fact: in old-school NYC, the meatpacking district—yeah, where all the fancy boutiques are now—used to be hooker central. Blows my mind! Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads. You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is this legit or am I about to get catfished by some dude named Gary?” Makes me wanna scream—half the time I’m pissed at how shady it gets, half the time I’m laughin’ at the absurdity.

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First stop? The local café on Pushkin Street. I needed my caffeine fix. I order a coffee, and the barista, bless her soul, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she gives me this killer smile, and I can’t even be mad. I mean, who can resist a smile like that?

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