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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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Then, bam! I see this cute little café called The Old Stables. I’m like, “I need coffee!” So, I pop in, and the barista? Total legend. He’s got this wild beard and a smile that could light up the whole street. I order a flat white, and while I’m waiting, I’m checking out the walls. They’ve got all these old photos of Blaenavon’s mining days. It’s like a history lesson with a side of caffeine.

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