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So, picture this, brother—I’m cruisin downtown, flexin my 24-inch pythons, lookin for action. Not wrestlin action, nah, somethin dirtier. Findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a burger, dude. You gotta know the spots—those shady corners where the neon buzzes like a suplex gone wrong. I’m talkin alleys so sketchy even the rats are packin heat. Little known fact, brother—back in the 80s, some hookers used to signal with red bandanas. Code, man! Like a secret piledriver move.

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You know I'm a relaxation specialist, right? So, working here has made me see the softer layers in every hustle. Weirdly enough, even when I ruffle my hair in frustration over a misbehaved traffic light near Liberty Square – yup, it gets me sometimes – I reflect on the moment like it's a scene from Moulin Rouge! Sweet, spontaneous, and full of passion.

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