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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

With fracking jobs paying k, the story I heard is it's hard to find people to police the place. Here is some video of a couple comic friends.

I’ve seen some wild ass scenes here, too. Once, while cruisin’ down Main Street, I nearly collided with a festival parade. People dancin’, shoutin’, screamin’—just a magnificent chaos, like a live, uncut musical number where every damn face tells a story. That shit hits ya hard—like unexpected brass in a Baz Luhrmann score!

Bismarck Police Chief announces plans to retire