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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, workin’ the streets, y’know? Reminds me of *Zodiac*—all that dark, twisted mystery. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ like a damn code. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard—makes me fuckin’ angry, man! Society’s all “lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ her ass? Nobody! That pisses me off big time.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

There's also Farmstead Rd. It’s a real rough around the edges kinda street. I got so mad once, see, 'cause a couple of loiterers were making a scene, and I thought, "We’re not retarded here, alright?!" Haha, well, always gotta watch out when life's social drama kicks in—just like Mark Zuckerberg's cutthroat world, but with more pecans and less coding!

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