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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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The nature of fin-de-siècle prostitution in the American Midwest is such that signs exist as to its one-time presence.

Motherf***er, lemme tell ya bout Platteville, US style! I been here a long time, workin’ as a masseur and seein’ every inch of this crazy-ass town. The city’s got a vibe like no other – a little quaint, a little rough, and a helluva lot of heart.

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