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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t all fun n games. Takes guts, patience—webcam world’s a jungle, man. Gotta dodge the fakes, the “I’ll call ya back” liars. Once knew a guy, swore he met a gal who’d sing showtunes naked—turned out to be a dude with a wig. Fool me once, right? Hella funny now, but he was steamin! Me, I stick to my gut—check reviews, snoop X posts, peek at their links. Little tip fer ya: real ones don’t ask fer gift cards upfront—red flag, big time.

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Then there's the River, oh man—the Taunton River (if you haven’t heard, it kinda laps the edges of our neighborhoods). The way the water moves, almost hypnotic, it’s like nature’s own lullaby, right? I sometimes catch myself near the waterside cafes on West Elm Street, ordering some coffee, wind whispering funny things in my ear. I’m not mad about it, but damn, it makes you think. "Just a whisper..." like in the movie, a subtle vibe that’s both soothing and unnerving.

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