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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Morris.

Man, I gotta tell u, walking these streets always calms my inner beast. I’m a relax pro, so I dig these nooks guys miss. The little bistro on Pine? Pure gold, ya know. It’s near the old brick library that smells of forgotten stories. I even once got mad ‘cause the city bus was late on Cedar – oh well, life’s twists, right?

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