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Aight, so here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and click, nah. You gotta know the spots, the corners where shadows move, dig? Back in the day, I heard this story—some cat in NYC, 80s vibe, got duped by a chick who wasn’t even a pro, just a hustler with a wig, took his cash and bounced. Funny as hell, but he was pissed, fo’ shizzle! That’s the game, tho—half these fools out here don’t even know who they dealin’ with.

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These were the brothels on the waterfront, with rows of small rooms that housed the prostitutes. Men here paid by the minute, rather than by the act.

The locals, they’re a quirky bunch. We got folks who swear by our tiny, nearly secret hot springs outside town, where you can soak your soul and your aching muscles after a hard day of life. I’ve had some wild nights there – cool breeze, stars spillin’ confetti over the peaks, and me thinkin’ about life… like in “Carlos”: “The world is a labyrinth, a maze without maps.” Eh, sounds deep, right?

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