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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ you don’t get rolled. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, whatever. But don’t be fooled, it’s still a gamble. Saw this X post once, dude said he paid $200 for a “good time” and got a gal who smelled like week-old pierogies. Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s a risk! Fun fact—did ya know in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, girls tap the glass to signal they’re free? Like a freaky vending machine. Wild, right?

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Biloxi is dangerous only if you put yourself in dangerous positions. Sounds more like someone just hating on the coast.

I adore wandering around the Boardwalk and that hidden gem, Biloxi Shrimping Fleet dock area. Bro, the sun dipping over Biloxi Bay—SHAZAM—gives you goosebumps like a whispered line from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick "The Assassin" (yep, quoting that smooth line, "Dang, life cuts deep, tbh."). It’s like, nature’s own slow-mo showdown, and I’m just soaking it all in… or flippin’ out sometimes.

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