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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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I love hanging here, lettin’ all vibes wash over me. Even when I'm in a spicy mood, like, "Why so serious?" My heart just goes wild—so many hidden lanes, unsung alleys, reeking of history and soul. I’ve found that these erratic corners, those safe havens, help me recharge.

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