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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild gig, right? I’m sittin there, wirin up some radio-electronic rig, thinkin—hell, even my Tesla bots got better hookups than me. So, I dive into this, right, like troubleshootin a busted circuit. You gotta scope the signal—where’s the action at? Dark alleys, sketchy bars, or maybe some encrypted X post screamin "DM for rates." Technical jargon incoming: it’s like tunin a frequency—too much noise, you’re fried, too little, you’re ghosted.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Rathmines.

After the false alarm, we get back to it. I’m working on the guy’s leg, and he’s telling me about his dog, Max. “He’s a legend,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. Dogs are life.” I finish up, and he’s all grateful, giving me a fist bump. That felt good, you know?

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