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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ ya don’t end up in some sting op. Now? It’s all online, baby! Websites, apps—hell, even X got posts if ya dig deep. Little known fact: some of these gals got codenames, like spies—Rose, Velvet, Whisper—sounds sexy ‘til ya realize it’s just marketin’. I got mad thinkin’ bout it—why’s every-thin’ a damn transaction now? Billionaires hoggin’ wealth, leavin’ folks desperate, turnin’ to this life!

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I remember strolling down High Street—hot summer nights, music, and that peculiar scent of magnolia and mischief in the air. And yes, there’s Bogalusa Park by the river. The river? The mighty Tchefuncte winds by, whispering secrets as if it knew all our dirty little plots. Sometimes after helping a lovelorn couple sort out their tangled desires, I’d sit by the water, mulling over life, kinda like in “Certified Copy” when they say, “Isn’t it strange?” Man, that line sticks with me!

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