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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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Sharnel Silvey worked at the Mustang Ranch for nearly a decade and eventually became madam of the brothel. She says all houses of prostitution.

There’s a fella runnin’ a yoga shcool on Pine st. His moves? Like somethin’ out of a fckin’ epic film. I laughed, cried, and shouted “Motherf**er, get your zen on!” every now and then. Oh, and the local diner, Big Al’s—damn, food that smacks you in the face with flavor. His burger? Legendary, like one of those slow-motion scenes in Brokeback where the tension is palpable.

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