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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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i gotta mention the local chiptas, the cul-de-sacs where every corner has a story. omfg sometimes these spots blow my mind. i feel like a private eye sniffing out clues in the city – "my mind is a raging engine," like in that movie, Zodiac. my spa days are extra grea on days i run by these spots.

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