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So, picture this—me, Jack, cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Not some fancy algorithm shit like Zuckerberg, nah, just gut instinct. I see this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig—bam, instant vibe check. “I’m in!” I mutter, like I’m hackin into Harvard’s network. But here’s the kicker—ya gotta know the streets, man! Little known fact: back in the 80s, cops used to bust hookers with Polaroids—snap, caught red-handed! Ain’t that a riot? Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—technology’s always screwin somebody!

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Julia Anderson's Dear John, The Diary of a Prostitute is a set of letters she imagines writing to different people in her life over the years, all addressed to.

First off, I hit the road on Main St. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars and those annoying cyclists? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’, and suddenly, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his truck right in the middle of the street. I mean, c’mon, man! This ain’t a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for my first delivery.

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