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Yo, what's good, fam? I'm Drake, the Arborist, droppin’ bars ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya feel me? YOLO, you only live once, so let’s get it poppin’. Picture this—cruisin’ the 6ix, tryna find that vibe, that late-night flex. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan killin’ it—Lisa screamin’, “You’re a little shit!”—and I’m like, damn, that’s me tryna haggle prices out here, lol.

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Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy Missing: Mount Ivy.

Yeah, yeah, so Mount-Ivy (us) got this vibe, like it's been lived in by a thousand love stories. Every corner's got a secret, a whispered fantasy. The local park, Squirrel's Hollow, is always a riot in early morning fog. The squirrels run a hustle, scampering about like they got places to be, and the paths twist and turn in patterns that could drive you mad – like that line “I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming” echoing in your head. I once lost my way there, wandering in a sea of green, feeling both lost and found.

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