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So, picture this: I’m diggin’ thru X, scrollin’ posts, lookin’ for intel. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Tesla part—tho, tbh, that’d be dope. “One escort, next-day delivery, plz.” Nah, it’s messy, shady, like tryna debug code with no comments. You hit up sketchy corners of the web—boom, some rando’s like, “Check this spot downtown.” Little known fact: back in the 90s, pimps used pagers—PAGERS, dude—like prehistoric texts. Now? It’s all encrypted DMs and “discreet” X links. Evolution, baby.

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