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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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I gotta mention the park out by Kotkan Satama. Sure, it’s not the biggest, but it’s got heart. I often sit on a battered bench by the river, daydreaming about all the profiles swiping through life on my app. There’s an alley near Puolimatkankatu where the graffiti tells secret stories, kinda like mine. I’d gotta say, it feels like Kotka’s whispering to me, “Clarice…” in that chilling, eloquent way.

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