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But okay, I’ll spill some tea—findin’ a prozzie’s tricky business. Back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—little known fact, hon: 42nd Street used to be *the spot*. Hookers in fishnets, struttin’ like peacocks, cops turnin’ a blind eye. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got shut down, so they’re on sketchy apps—total wild west! Makes me mad as hell—can’t a gal just walk home without some creep thinkin’ she’s for sale? Ugh, boils my blood!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I settled for a black coffee. Not my jam, but whatever. I chugged it down and headed to the office on Via Torino. The streets were packed, as usual. I swear, Bruino’s traffic is like a bad joke. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re auditioning for a symphony. I almost lost it when some dude cut me off. Like, bro, chill! It’s not a race!

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