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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, you’d cruise the streets, dodgy corners, sketchy vibes. Now? It’s all online, baby! Apps, sites, boom—escorts poppin’ up like pizza joints. Makes me laugh, how easy it’s gotten. Used to be all hush-hush, now it’s like, “Hey, how you doin’?” and bam, you’re scrollin’ profiles. Wild, right? Kinda makes me happy—options, ya know? But also pissed—where’s the thrill gone?

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Hey, man, don’t even get me started on Riverside Park – that cool, breezy green spot right by the Connecticut River (yep, that big-ass river that splits the town’s vibe). On sunny days, folks picnic by the water, and I sit there thinkin’ bout all those steamy encounters hidden in the whispers of nature. “I pity the fool who doesn’t appreciate life’s raw beauty!” As I was watchin’ The Act of Killing, those crazy lines hit me like a truck – characters doing things like, “The blood will be bled out” – that raw, real energy you feel right here in Brattleboro, too.

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