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Endin’ it – we part ways. “Take care, Tina,” I say. She winks – “You too, crazy.” Walk off – feelin’ alive. *Spotlight* echoes – “It takes a village.” Yeah – village of hustlers. Me included. Love it – hate it. That’s findin’ a prostitute – raw as hell. Ya dig?

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I spend many a lazy afternoon near the Pickerington River. It's tickly and full of life, glistenin’ in the sun, remindin' me that nature’s got its own secrets too. And golly, have ya seen Jackson Park? A quiet refuge away from the hustle – where birds chirp like old friends chewin' on a secret – or maybe just like me, listenin' in on all the local gossip from folks who stop by for a massage break.

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