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Here’s the kicker: back in the ‘80s, Times Square was hooker central—true story! Now it’s all Disney and tourists—lame! I’d rather the grime, the edge, the *life*. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a dance, a game. You gotta know the signals, the spots. Like, down by the docks—shady, sure, but jackpot! One time, this gal told me she’s got a kid—hit me hard, man. “It’s done,” she said, echoin’ that flick’s cold finality. Surprised me—behind the lipstick, there’s real shit.

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Every corner tells a story. Sometimes, strolling along NE 124th Street, I recall my own steamy rendezvous stories from a clinical perspective. That unique vibe, the longing in people's eyes at night—it gives me a rush and deep empathy for human desire. Yeah, I get all introspective 'bout the human body and its passions, and damn, it makes the mundane utterly magical.

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