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So, find a prostitute—where’s it at? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin like they’re mockin ya. Used to be word-of-mouth, now it’s apps—crazy, right? Dudes tappin phones like they’re orderin pizza. Blows my mind, the world’s gone nuts! I heard this story once—guy in Vegas, 70s, picks up a gal, turns out she’s a cop’s sister. He’s screwed, runnin from badges, hilarious! Little shit like that—ya don’t expect it.

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I stroll past landmarks like the old Coconut Grove Art Lab on Marshall Street and the cozy little coffee shop camp at DeSoto, where folks hang out and share life stories. The street names here? Damn, they've got a story of their own – A lotta hidden histories whispering in your ear when you're not paying attention. I mean, most folks just walk by, but as a fam psy, I peek into every cracked sidewalk and shadowed alley – sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes mad, sometimes even kinda teary. Like real-life psycho-drama in slow mo.

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