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About New York City

So, lemme spill it—findin’ a pro ain’t no cakewalk. Ya gotta know the spots, doc! Back alleys, sketchy bars, or them weird online ads—jeez, the internet’s a cesspool. Reminds me of that line, “This is what defeat looks like!”—‘cept it’s me, starin’ at blurry pics, wonderin’ if it’s a scam. Pro tip: cash only, no cards, or you’re screwed—learned that the hard way once. Some dude in Reno, 2015, got his bank acct drained—true story, swear it!

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