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Hey, pal, so you’re askin’ me—me, Larry King, the watchmaker now, huh?—what I think about findin’ a prostitute? Slow down, let’s chew this over. I’m sittin’ here, tick-tock, gears in my head spinnin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*, that movie—love, death, the slow grind of it all. Georges and Anne, man, they stuck with me. “You’re hands are cold,” she says in that flick, and I’m thinkin’, what’s colder than payin’ for a night, huh? Curious thing, this hustle—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a story, a messy one.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Pitea.

First thing, I’m mixing up this new batch of cinnamon rolls. I’m talkin’ the kind that makes you wanna hug your grandma. But then, bam! My mixer decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? At 5 AM? I’m there, wrestling with this thing, and I’m pretty sure I said some words that would make my mom blush.

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