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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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Y’know, Piqua goes off-script sometimes. One minute, you’re laughing at a street performer. Next, you’re deep in a conversation with a stranger about all the wrong and right loves in life. It feels like life’s looping, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring.” There’s a rhythm, a kind of chaos that’s endearingly beautiful.

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