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So, check it – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. It’s sketchy, shady, and you gotta have your wits. Back in the day, word was, dudes would cruise red-light spots – think neon signs, smoky corners, girls leanin’ on poles. Nowadays? It’s all digital, fam! Apps, sites, coded ads – “roses for an hour,” that’s the lingo. Sneaky, right? Blows my mind how slick it’s gotten.

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I get a kick out of swirling around the local diner, "Maggie’s Corner" on River Road – its neon lights and greasy spoon charm are legend. One night, after an insanely long massage day, I crashed there. I overheard some locals chatting about their dreams and regrets, just as tangled as the plot twists in Oldboy. It set my mischievous heart aflame... I mean, vengeance of passion!

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