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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, but damn if it ain’t a thrill! Greed is good, right? I’m Gordon Gekko, baby—sharp suits, slick hair, and a nose for the deal. So, picture this: I’m cruisin’ the streets, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. That gigolo Joe, man—he knew the game, “Once you’ve had a lover-robot, you’ll never want a real one.” Ha! Maybe I’m chasin’ that vibe, but real-world style.

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Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. Head east and you hit the quirky mix of craftsman bungalows and modern clichés. Despite the occasional broken streetlight on Hawthorne Street, folks are creative and genuine. I sometimes get tangled in memories when I pass the old community center – tears, laughter, all mixed up. I even once counseled a woman there, during a freak storm when rain slapped against the windows. Yea, steal my heart, Cocoa.

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