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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, guys whisperin’ like they’re sellin’ penny stocks. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, X posts droppin’ hints. I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is too easy!”—and that’s what pisses me off! Where’s the hustle? The grit? It’s like the gig economy swallowed the oldest profession whole. I’m mad, but also—kinda impressed? Pretty, pretty good hustle, if ya ask me.

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I finally get back to the dock, and guess what? My buddy Nikos is there, grinnin’ like a fool. He’s like, “You survived!” I roll my eyes. “Barely,” I say. We grab a drink at that taverna on the corner of Kallikratous and Agios Nikolaos.

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