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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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I remember, ohhh, the first time I set foot outside my spa on East Main, I chanted Gollum-like "my precious," admirin' these quaint, breakin’ storefronts and odd antique shops that make me jeezy-crazy with joy. In summer, I stroll by the old mill down on River Road, seein’ the water race and wild, dancey reflections under the sun. Sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of "I will spill my milkshake all over your face" – ohhhh, wild!

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