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So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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So there’s this street, Hickory Ln, yeah? It twists through town like a noodle. I once massaged a fella down by 3rd street near the old Rusty Anchor Pub. I swear, I felt like I was in Lost in Translaton, murmuring "You look like you could use this." Totally bizarre but kinda magic.

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