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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—shit’s wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, *everybody lies*, ‘specially them. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, lookin’ for some action, and bam—half these girls ain’t even real. Fake ads, catfish pics—pisses me off! Like, c’mon, I ain’t got time for that. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—that creepy vibe, y’know? “I’m not a girl,” she says—ha! Same energy. You think you’re gettin’ a sweet deal, then surprise, it’s a dude or a cop. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, ‘cause this world’s a mess.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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Yo, there's this rad riverside spot too—the Rivière d'Or, running slow and smooth—like a metaphor for life's flow, you know? I even had a run-in with a legendary local, Mister P, showin' me secret spots near the bank. Crazy tale, bruv—he said, “Honey, life’s all about those little moments,” echoing that Far From Heaven sentiment.

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