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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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Then, boom! Next call. It’s a dude who’s lost his cat. “My cat’s gone! He’s a fluffy ball of chaos!” I’m trying to keep a straight face. “Sir, can you describe the cat?” He’s like, “He’s fluffy and orange!” I’m thinking, “Dude, that’s like half the cats in Namioka!”

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