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So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

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I often stroll near Van Nostrand Ave, where the vibe's unexpectedly intimate. Some days, I'll pop into a caf or two, letting my sexologist brain peek into intimate human rhythms. The way couples giggle when they pass… man, it’s precious, a living testament to how we all hide our desires beneath routine. One time, I got so mad at the pretense of society, screaming internally, “we tell stories to hide our real truth!” – damn if that didn’t remind me of a line straight outta the movie!

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