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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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Take a stroll on Riverbank Drive near the Mamfe River – a secret gem. The water whispers defiant tales. I fumbled many times there. I recall one steamy night, lost in thought, pondering intimate secrets with my own heart – then, bam! – a street performer bursts out singing like, “It’s all over, nothing’s certain!” Cool, huh?

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