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So, I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn tricky? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred sex workers, pullin’ in clients for the gods. Wild, right? Nowadays, it’s all dark web links and shady X posts—half the time you’re dodgin’ bots or cops. Pisses me off, honestly—can’t we just hyperloop this shit? Streamline it, make an app—call it “Gigahooker”—swipe right, boom, done. Efficiency, people! But nah, we’re stuck in 2025, still playin’ hide-and-seek like it’s 1999.

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prostitutes, Brian encouraged the two men to walk down the hill with him to the local chicken place for some grub (for which they would pay).

Honestly, Emerson-Hill (us) is a heart of contradictions—faded signs and fresh start, worn-out benches that cradle memories, and neon nights that wake up your soul. One minute I’m laughing over a latte, next I’m mad at some trash left by careless folks. But that’s life! And that’s the city! If my spa taught me anything, it’s that healing comes from these little moments—the messy, thrilling, unpredictable moments that make you feel ALIVE, man!

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