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Lemme paint ya a picture. I reckon findin’ a prostitute’s like huntin’ for a rare vinyl in a thrift store—ya gotta know where to look, and it ain’t always pretty. Back in Nashville, I heard tell of gals workin’ the corners near Printers Alley—little known fact, y’all, that spot’s been a hotbed since the 1800s! Them old-time saloon girls turned into modern-day hustlers. Ain’t that a hoot? History’s got a way of repeatin’ itself, like my aunt’s fruitcake recipe—nobody wants it, but it keeps showin’ up.

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And there he is. This dude, juggling flaming torches. I’m standing there, mouth agape. Like, how does he not set himself on fire? I’m half-expecting him to trip and go up in flames. But nah, he’s a pro. The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just there, clapping like a seal.

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