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I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Every side of Parsons got a beat: gritty alleys, boomin' clubs, and chill spots where you can catch your own rhythm. It’s messy, it's raw, it's alive. The city taught me how to love the pain, the hustle, the high. Like Jordan Belfort said – “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullsh*t story you keep telling yourself.” No cap, every blocked block, every busted pavement speaks truth.

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