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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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I also gotta mention the local diner on South Main – the one with the cracked vinyl booths where I sometimes grab a bite during my break. Their pancakes? Literally to die for. And at night, the little roadside bar near the old railroad tracks (totally off the beaten path) gets lit. The locals there share stories that are so wild they make "Stories We Tell" look like a bedtime fable.

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