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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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Not gonna lie, I've been here long enuff to spot the little glitches: these streets got legends, winding paths and old brick houses that hide untold stories. You never know, every corner might spark a revelation from my sessions – families mending bonds, secrets bursting out like confetti. It's a mix of drama and calm, picayune daily fights mixed with moments that warm the cockles of your heart.

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