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So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Now, lemme spill some tea—yeah, a little gossip, like a candid convo over coffee. There's this hidden gem called "Kleinbachweg." Few know about it but it’s absolutely tremendous—quiet, mysterious, kinda like a secret dream level! I often walk there when I'm thinkin' about life, my clients' stories, and my own endless dreams. Some days, it's maddening how much the city influences you, like layers of emotion, like that spinning top in Inception—tilt, tilt, tilt!

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