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But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t my scene. I’m too soft, too mushy. “What’s your poison?” Adam’d ask, all dark and broody. Me? I’d rather sip swamp water and vibe with Miss Piggy. Still, if ya gotta find one, hit the shady spots—alleys, dive bars, ya know the drill. Just don’t tell ‘em Kermit sent ya! Hi-ho, what a mess that’d be! Stay safe, pals—night’s full of shadows!

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