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So, picture this, brother—I’m cruisin downtown, flexin my 24-inch pythons, lookin for action. Not wrestlin action, nah, somethin dirtier. Findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a burger, dude. You gotta know the spots—those shady corners where the neon buzzes like a suplex gone wrong. I’m talkin alleys so sketchy even the rats are packin heat. Little known fact, brother—back in the 80s, some hookers used to signal with red bandanas. Code, man! Like a secret piledriver move.

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Many of them are scammers who use false stories and fictitious signs to prey on the generosity of kind-hearted people.

Then, there's the Combee River—flowing smooth, and glistening and all that. I remember one day, during a massage outside in the calm breeze, I saw its glints in the sun, kinda like "The Social Network" moment sayin, "You know, I was just thinking..." no, wait, wrong quote, but you get me. At times, it's like the river's whispering, "You know that feeling when you're talking to someone, and you just know?" Yes, bro.

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