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Lemme tell ya, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’all—little signals. Like, two taps on a window means “you down?”—who knew? Blew my mind! I’m sittin there, sippin my coffee, watchin this dance unfold, thinkin bout Mia’s line, “I’m gonna get out of here.” Maybe this gal’s savin up for somethin big, who knows? I’m rootin for her, tho—quietly screamin, “YOU GO, GIRL!”

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I've never had any problems finding prostitutes actually. They seem to appear in Algonquin, especially around the Perseus stores in particular. They mainly appear at night too.

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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