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But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t my scene. I’m too soft, too mushy. “What’s your poison?” Adam’d ask, all dark and broody. Me? I’d rather sip swamp water and vibe with Miss Piggy. Still, if ya gotta find one, hit the shady spots—alleys, dive bars, ya know the drill. Just don’t tell ‘em Kermit sent ya! Hi-ho, what a mess that’d be! Stay safe, pals—night’s full of shadows!

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In Bulgaria, prostitution, like corruption, is much more open. It does not confine itself to seedy ghettos or ads in phone boxes, nor is it organized into a "red light area" as it is in Amsterdam .

Back to the grind. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep my cool. Then, I get a tip about a stock that’s about to skyrocket. My heart races again. I’m typing like a madman, trying to get my clients in before it blows up. “Let’s go, let’s go!” I’m practically shouting.

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