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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? Like, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m out here, Larry David style, neurotically ranting about it. Pretty, pretty good concept, right? But also—kinda nuts! You ever see “Dogville”? My fave, Lars von Trier, 2003—bleak as hell. That town, man, everyone’s a hypocrite, usin’ Grace like she’s some kinda commodity. Reminds me of this whole “find a prostitute” gig—people judgin’, but they’re all in on it secretly.

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Where you might not expect to see the seedy underworld of prostitution, that's exactly what has folks in one Homewood neighborhood up in.

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