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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to know a guy—like, some greasy fella in a bar whisperin’, “Psst, go to 5th and Main.” Now? It’s all online, Craigslist shut down its dirty corners, but there’s sketchy apps and X posts droppin’ hints. Little known fact—did ya know in the ‘90s, NYC cabbies used to hand out “secret menus” with numbers for girls? Wild, right? Made me angry—those fat-cat taxi moguls profited off desperation! Billionaires should not exist!

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I decide to hit up the market on Rīgas iela. It’s buzzing with people, and I’m like, “Yes! Food!” I grab a kebab from this stand. Best decision ever. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, trying to eat my kebab, dodging raindrops like I’m in some weird action movie. I’m soaked, and my kebab is soggy. Just my luck.

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