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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

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Y'all, the neighborhoods got character. There's East End, where art and sex infuse the air righteously – like a twist from Leos Carax’s Holy Motors: “I was born in the belly of chaos!” I tell y’all, my profession finely tuned my radar for irresistible energies. In Westside, people got that genuine, raw energy – no filter, just pure heart. I love poppin’ by that hidden café on the corner of Mystery Lane. Srsly, grab a cuppa there – it’s the bomb!

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