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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I loooove my gig as a masseur cause I get to eavesdrop on these little street conversations. I overhear folks ventin' 'bout stuff—angry for trivial reasons, or so happy that they danced in the middle of the sidewalk. Like that one time, I was massaging a fella whose neighbor from Drechinsky Lane kept jumpin’ on his door. WHAT A NIGHT! I told him, “One million dollars, pal!” and we cracked up, lol.

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