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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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I have my quirky spots. Near the old library on Parkstr, there’s a hidden bench. I sit there sometimes, mind wandering away, tasting the bittersweet smile of solitude. It’s random, like life, yeah? Sorta like a scene out the film, where memories merge with the cold blue sky.

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