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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

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There’s this odd little corner near the old clock tower on Liberty & Ash – the locals call it “Beetle’s Beat.” In the wee hours, it’s tranquil as a whisper, though sometimes messy like my code on a rushed deadline. And when I’m improvisin’ profiles or swipin’ through udates, I like to crank up "In the Mood for Love" and just get lost in the city’s heartbeat. “It’s showtime!” echoes in my head every time I see a gorgeous sunset reflectin’ off the Vermi River.

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