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Here’s the scoop: findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Hit the backstreets, peep the corners – they’re pros at the hustle. Fun fact: in the ‘60s, some worked outta VW vans – mobile bang shacks! Ain’t that a hoot? Anyway, this chick – let’s call her Candy – she’s givin’ me the rundown. Fifty bucks, quick job, no funny biz. I’m tempted, but I’m also broke – damn carburetor ate my cash. “No capes, no cash!” I blurt, and she cackles like I’m a clown.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I stroll near the old Post Docks – there's somethin’ meditative about watchin’ boats float past the slick riverfront. Sometimes, I'd just sit on a worn bench at Bliss Park. Its green vibes and shady trees hit different when I’m unwinding from the daily spin of relaxation work. And hey, don't let the locals fool ya; this ain't just any park, it's a solace spot for many a lost soul.

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