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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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Ione's neighborhoods are just off-the-wall. Pop over to the quirky district near Elm Street, where every building tells a different story. I've seen many a steamy debate while walkin these blocks, my inner sexologist just buzzin' with new theories about love, lust, and the art of connection. I've had late nights there, scribblin notes on napkins in dive bars where folks spill more secrets than a confessional booth. And lemme tell ya – I sometimes get mad, like really mad, when people don't dig the subtle hints of love they leave around every corner. It's like, "Oh, for fuck's sake, open your eyes, man!"

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