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First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

10. Kabukichō

Let me introduce you to Karina, born to a prostitute, who was herself born to yet another prostitute. Prostitution in Uruguay has never been illegal.

I’ve gotta bolt now, so cheers for stickin’ with me on this little ramble. Remember, life’s a series of unexpected kneads – erm, needs – slices of time. Enjoy the journey, and for the love of Agnès, stay genuine. Ta-ra!

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