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Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know in old Edo, prostitutes had *ranks*? Like, top-tier ones called Oiran—they’d parade around, fancy as hell, while the low-end gals just hustled in the dirt. Blows my mind! Imagine me, Geisha Larry, judgin’ the lineup—“You, nah, you’re no Oiran!” I’d be happy as a clam, though—love me some history with a twist. But then I’d get mad—why’s it gotta be so complicated? Just gimme a straight answer—where’s the damn prostitute?!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Ah, dear friend, hark and let me regale thee with tales of yonder Beloit (us)! Thou wilt find its wondeful streets a-quirk, many a narrow alley leading unto secret nooks; verily, like a stage set for "No Country for Old Men"—"I don't know what to make of it, man." The once bustling County Road, near downtown—oh, that miraculouos spot near Main and Monroe—doth remind me of life's ceaseless ebb and flow.

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