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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

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Yo, what’s good my friend? Fo’ shizzle, lemme drop ya some mad details on Copiague – that dope spot on Long Island where I’ve been chillin’ as a women’s counselor for a minute now. Yo, lemme tell ya, this city got so many little secrets, it’s like a movie scene from Oldboy – “Laugh it up, son” kinda vibe, you feel me?

Made on Long Island: Valle Signs in Copiague