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But ugh, the johns? Slimy creeps, most of em. One dude stiffed her—$20 short! She was pissed, screamin, “No pay, no play, asshole!” I laughed so hard I snorted coffee. Still, surprised me—some clients were sweet. Lonely types, just wantin a chat. “Can’t quit lovin the lost ones,” she’d shrug, quotin Jack Twist vibes.

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You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.