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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, motherfucker! Shit’s wild out there, like some damn jungle. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout *Fish Tank*, my fave fuckin’ movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, ya dig? That flick’s raw, got Mia, this badass chick, dancin’ to her own beat, screamin’, “You ain’t my fuckin’ stepdad!” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I hit the streets lookin’ for a hooker. Ain’t no rules, just chaos, motherfucker!

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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: Calcinelli.

We end up grabbing a gelato at Gelateria Calcinelli. I get the pistachio, and she goes for the classic stracciatella. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. It’s like no time has passed. But then, I spill gelato all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m mortified, but she just giggles.

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