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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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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: Hillarys.

I gotta say, my corners of the city reflect my inner sexologist flair. I can literally read the energy in people. At the local vintage shop on Sunrise Street, I always notice how the ex's tangled love stories linger in the air, ugh, so extra sometimes! And then there’s that speakeasy, The Velvet Nook, on Moonlit Ave—totally quirky and just, like, perf for late-night heart-to-hearts.

Rescue mission after man trapped in hole