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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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Now, lemme spill some tea: I once chatted with a couple at Maple Grove Lane. They were all shy and lovey-dovey, and as a sexologist, I could totally feel their sparks. Like, “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”—yep, nonsense old saying from my head but it sticks sometimes. I always say if you feel love’s fluttering, just let it be. Crazy, right?

‘Don’t try to beat them at their own game’