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Lemme tell ya, findin’ a pro ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, you’d cruise the block, see ‘em posted up like they own the damn sidewalk. Now? Shit’s gone digital, bro! They’re on apps, websites, hell, even X got some shady corners if ya squint hard enough. Blows my mind, man, how they flipped the game. Used to be all eye contact and a nod, now it’s swipe right or some coded-ass DM like “Wanna buy some flowers?” Yeah, flowers my ass!

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