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Lemme break it down—back in the day, like 1960s Vermont, hippies roamin’ free, there was this chick, “Red,” total legend. Word was, she’d signal clients with a red scarf—subtle, clever, right? Cops never caught her, she was a ghost. That’s the kinda smarts you need findin’ a prostitute—keep it lowkey, watch your back. None o’ this billionaire nonsense, flashin’ gold watches, nah, it’s grit, it’s survival. Makes me happy, tho—people outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

So, I grab a croissant, and I’m feeling good. I sit on a bench near the park, just soaking in the vibes. Rheden’s got this chill park, you know? It’s called the “Rhedense Bos.” Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, outta nowhere, a kid starts screaming. Like, full-on horror movie scream. Turns out, he just saw a squirrel. A SQUIRREL! I mean, come on, kid. Get a grip!

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