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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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Wandering around, I love hitting up Veterans Park. It’s small, lush, and perfect for a breather. Then there’s the Tenafly Nature Center, a secret oasis where birds chirp like hidden jazz tunes in some backward Mulholland Drive scene—mysterious sh*t, I tell ya. Streets like Broadfield Ave are just full of character, like a twisted film set with every house telling its own damn story.

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