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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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look for the under belly of the city and I found West Coast of America where I engaged in interviews with both prostitutes and pimps.

So whaddup? This city’s a tapestry of breakin’ dawns and wild nights, full of hidden gems and scars that tell stories. Ain’t no other place got its own flavor like West-Side-Highway (us). For real, it’s a place where you learn, laugh, and even cry – all at once, fo’ shizzle. Peace out, stay chill, and remember, always keep it real.

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