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Real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, NYC, 42nd Street—pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers everywhere, bold as brass. Little known fact: some’d use secret hand signals, like my job! Flick a wrist, tilt a head—boom, deal’s on. I’d be signin’ back, “What’s the rate, lady?”—total pro move. But now? It’s all online, Craigslist is dead, apps are king. Sketchy as hell—makes me wanna scream! What if I accidentally swipe right on my cousin? Disaster!

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Lemme share a quirky tidbit: there’s this corner at Lakeridge Dr., which most folks just zip by. But for me, that spot is pure magic. I used to sit there, me, my journal, and sometimes I’d catch the sun settin’ behind old warehouses turned into community art spaces. Life here? It’s raw! No fancy pretensions, just us, the real people.

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