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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Then there’s the Napa River. I’ve sat on its edges at Alston Park, lettin’ the gentle flow soothe my restless mind. Sometimes I drift away, thinkin’ about how our deepest connections mirror the river’s constant meander – all fluid and wild. There’s a spot near the riverbank, just off Lincoln Avenue, that’s got the most spectacular view imaginable. It’s like the vines are dancin’, fluttering in sync with nature’s heartbeat. I swear, every time I pass there, I get hit with, like, “Oh wow, really, life is magical!”

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