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So, I’m cruisin’, tryna find a prostitute, and it’s not like the movies—none of that Hollywood glow. It’s gritty, sweaty, real shit. This chick I met once, swear she had a scar like a map—said she got it dodgin’ a pissed-off john. Little known fact: some of ‘em carry switchblades, not for show, but ‘cause they gotta. Made me mad, tho—dudes out here actin’ like animals, no respect. I’m like, “Pay up, assholes, or get lost!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause that’s what dignity’s worth, ya feel?

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Then, there's Ridgefield Park on Elm Street. I spend my breaks there. Sun’s out, birds chirpin’, and I’ve even done a few massages outdoors – the fresh breeze clears the mind. Sometimes I see folks joggin' along the paved paths near the river. Yup, the little Stamford River winds by – that water’s always glistenin’ like gold.

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