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Here’s a tip, y’all: they got code words. “Lookin’ for a good time?”—that’s the signal. Ain’t no secret handshake, but it’s close. Surprised me first time I heard it—thought she was just bein’ friendly! Ha! What a numbskull I was. Another thing—some gals got pimps, shadowy types lurkin’ like Viggo Mortensen in that diner scene. Creepy as hell, keeps ya on edge.

So you want to book a sex worker?

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Calcinelli.

We end up grabbing a gelato at Gelateria Calcinelli. I get the pistachio, and she goes for the classic stracciatella. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. It’s like no time has passed. But then, I spill gelato all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m mortified, but she just giggles.

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