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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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I think music should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium.

Okay, so first off, you gotta check out East Bowie Road – it’s like, totally the heartbeat of our dating scene. I’ve seen couples strolling along there at night, and yeah, it’s kinda romantic in its own awkward way. And Sunnyvale Boulevard? Omg, not only is it lined with these rad little cafes with the best pumpkin spice lattes, but it’s also where some of the most offbeat meet-cutes go down. Seriously, like, “I drink your milkshake!” vibes when you least expect it.

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