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Findin’ a prostitute, though? Honey, it’s a mixed bag! You gotta know the spots—shady bars, back alleys, or these days, them sketchy websites that pop up faster’n kudzu on a hot day. I heard once ‘bout this fella in Memphis who got catfished—thought he was meetin’ a gal, ended up with some dude named Bubba in a wig! I bout fell over laughin’—serves him right for not checkin’ twice! Surprised me, sure, but I ain’t shocked—people been pullin’ fast ones since forever.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I ain't gonna lie, sometimes Reservoir gets on my nerves too! Traffic on Bell Street? FFS, it’s a maze—like trying to find sanity in a Brokeback Mountain rustled-up biker convocation! But then ya flip a corner onto Toorak Street and BAM—the calm hits ya like a double espresso shot to the soul. I mean, one moment you're mad, the next you’re like “Holy sh… this is art.”

Reservoir celebrates 170 years