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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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So, yea, Tarleton ain’t perfect. It’s messy, loud, and sometimes downright annoying. But it's my freakin' home and every little damn detail, from cracked pavements to neon lights on the aging pubs, makes it my soul. I’m proud as hell, even if I'm a hot mess, just like in that cool movie.

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