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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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I always say, if you want to understand a town, you gotta feel its heartbeat. And Rowlands-Gill’s heartbeat is a mix of sweet lullabies and wild, hopeful shouts. My job as a family psychologist ‘s taught me to notice the little cracks in the pavement – you know, areas where folks’ hearts scatter. And trust me, every cracked stoen on Elm Street has a tale of triumph or sorrow. It’s unbeleivable how even a simple bench on Willow Way can be a witness to life’s ups and downs.

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