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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, neither! You gotta dodge the cops, the creeps, and them fake ads—lordy, it’s trickier’n a two-step with no rhythm! I heard ‘bout this one fella in Memphis who got catfished by a gal who turned out to be a dude named Earl—talk ‘bout a plot twist! I’d be laughin’ my beehive off if it weren’t so dang pitiful. “Tell me the truth!” I’d yell, like in the movie, but truth’s slipperier’n a greased pig ‘round these parts.

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Make it clear that you won't accept his visiting prostitutes as long as both of you are in a relationship.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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