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So, findin’ a prozzie—where ya even start? Streets? Nah, too sketchy. Online? Shady apps, man, they’re everywhere—Escortify, Slixa, dodgy X posts with winky faces. Fear creeps in tho—what if it’s a sting? Cops lurk, waitin’ to nab ya. Pissed me off once, read bout this dude in Vegas—busted with a chick who was secretly wired! Laughed my ass off, poor bastard. “Act like a filmstar,” they told killers in the flick—ironic, huh? Prostitutes prolly act too, playin’ roles to eat.

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I even discovered a hidden café on Oak & 3rd. It’s quirky, got old vinyl records and mismatched chairs. Sometimes I get so caught up in the calm, I forget the city’s hustle, think “Life be mysterious like that movie, yes?” People there are weirdly beautiful, all quirks and deep jokes.

Michael Stephen “Steve” Rogers, age 64, of Cave Spring