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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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Dude, there’s this park near the river Lahn where I hang my hat when I'm not massagin' tired muscles. Its little paths twist and turn – much like how I twist through the day's chaos, ya know? I remember one crazy day: a heckuva storm hit, and I was outside, drenched, watching all life go all mad. I got so pissed – mad, mad, mad! But then I found peace in that park. It changed me. Made me say, "jusT like Mendl's, fate is a dish best served bold."

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