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Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s got layers. Back in the day, you’d hit up some sketchy corner, dodge the cops, pray ya don’t get knifed. Now? Bro, it’s all digital—apps, encrypted chats, like orderin’ a damn burrito on DoorDash. Efficiency’s up 300%, risk’s down, but the vibes? Kinda sterile. I miss the chaos, the rawness—makes me wanna yell, “Wake up, Alicia!” like in the movie, ‘cause this sanitized hustle’s puttin’ me to sleep.

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The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

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