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Ain’t all glitz, though—some of these chicks, they’re ghosts, man. Saw one near the docks, eyes dead, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no life.” Movie’s got that scene, doc askin’, “What do you see?”—I see desperation, fuckin’ breaks my heart, but then I laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? You wanna find a prostitute? Easy—hit the streets, look for the strut, the hustle. They’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight, like fuckin’ ninjas. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it feels that way when you’re cruisin’ late night, seein’ ‘em pop outta nowhere.

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You got the best chances at the salon opposite the Pullman Hotel, just around the corner from the girly bar area. If you are really out for happy endings you.

So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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