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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute’s risky—cops, fakes, weirdos lurkin’. Gotta be sharp, trust your gut. I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s funny—dudes out here actin’ holy but sneakin’ the same game. Hypocrites, man! “Let’s not turn this into something it isn’t,” I say, quotin’ the flick, keepin’ it light. She nods, gets it—pro like that.

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I was workin' one day, givin' a melt-away massage at my crib in Eastside, when I got the sudden urge to check out the fuzzed-out park, McAllister Park. It’s a smidge tiny, but oh – bustin’ with colorful graffiti and benches that squeak like a busted record. Few folks know the best bench near the old, rusted fountain. I always slip my phone in my pocket and hum, “We all need a twist in our fate,” like in that flick Memento, y'know?

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