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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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“She had no choice but to become a prostitute.” Sometimes, the women go home and continue in their Christian faith. Here, one of them is getting baptised in Thailand.

I luv every part of this city even when it drives me nuts. Like, man, you should see the neon lights on Uptown Blvd. at midnight – they blink in sync like the heartbeat of the city guessin’ its next move. And oh, the snack vendors on Corner Q (“Q” stands for quirky, man, not the James Bond style gadget dude) – they serve up the best spicy stew ever!

Epidemiological and entomological studies of malaria transmission in Tibati, Adamawa region of Cameroon 6 years following the introduction of long-lasting insecticide nets