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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that wink or that lean against a lamppost. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, boom! You swipe, you tap, you’re done. Kinda like “the algorithm’s what’s hot,” like Sean Parker says in the movie. But lemme tell ya, it pisses me off—where’s the grit, the hustle? These days, it’s too clean, too easy, like a freakin’ Uber for sex! I miss the old-school vibe—makes me wanna yell, “Don’t pee on my leg, callin’ this authentic!”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m running for cover, burger in hand, looking like a drowned rat. I duck into a shop on Bellenden Road. It’s a cute little place, all vintage and quirky. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and the shopkeeper laughs. “You look like a right muppet!” I’m like, “Yeah, but a stylish one!”

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