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First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

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Get on Facebook and search for walkers. That is the Filipino for freelance hooker. You can arrange to meet the girls. Some want a down payment which is obviously bullshit. Don't do Missing: Flatbush.

Okay, so here we go: There's Church Ave, where people chill and bop to tunes while walking by the cool shops. Then, yo, there's Nostrand Ave—pretty lit for grabbing nosh. And oh man, East 90th St is a hidden gem—so many flavors and colors, it’s like every step is a scene in a movie. I swear, sometimes I even get the moment where I think, "Life is funny... and nothing is eternal," just like in Boyhood! Insane, right?

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