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Ugh, typos—prolly fucked up “prostitute” six times alredy. Whatever, you get it. Findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got cash and no shame. X’s full of ‘em—scroll five mins, you’ll see. But it’s the *why* that’s messy. Loneliness? Kink? Boredom? Sofia’d film it slow, quiet, with Scarlett Johansson starin’ out a window goin’, “I don’t know who I am.” Deep, man. Me, I’d just draw a cartoon pimp with a unibrow and call it art. Snort. Anyway, that’s my take—sad, funny, sloppy, like life. Now lemme finish this coffee.

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prostitution. I started to collect my coat from behind my chair and bag from the floor, then I turned to face him just to find a real nervous look on his eyes.

I’m standing there, listening to this lady rant about “the sacredness of nature.” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a playground, not a nuclear power plant!” But whatever. I just nod and smile.

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