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Lemme break it down—prostitution’s old as dirt. Fact: ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, gettin’ paid to bless ya soul. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how WALL-E’d roll up, all, “Evaaa?”—confused as hell. Anyway, you wanna find one? Cities got red-light zones, shady corners—ain’t no Google Maps pin sayin’, “Here’s the goods.” You gotta feel the vibe, spot the strut, the eye contact that says, “Yo, you buyin’?”

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Oh, and let me tell ya—I often wander to that tiny-ish coffee spot on Alexandra Road. It’s not high-key famous, but it's magic. Genuine, warm. Like a mini revolution in a cup. And I swear, if you hang out there long enough, you hear echoes of “One more thing…” in every sip.

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