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So, find a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a QUEST! You gotta dodge the creeps, the fakes—YOU SHALL NOT PASS, I bellow at some sketchy dude tryna scam me. Reminds me of that time Wes Anderson’s colors popped—pink hotels, purple suits—but here it’s grimy alleys, fishnets, and smoke. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night”? Fancy, huh? Now it’s all “yo, how much?”—times change, man.

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Okay, so picture this – you’re wanderin’ down Grant Ave, right smack in the middle of Chinatown. There’s these neon signs that light up like a Broadway show, all bright and, uh, quirky. There’s a small park on Ross Alley where, oh man, I once had a heart-to-heart with a lovin’ couple talkin’ ‘bout the beauty of, err, intimacy. Now as a sexologist, I see the little spark in folks, the way a smile or a knowing glance can light up your soul. Like, “I means, listen here, every quirk tells a story!” – kinda like what Richie Tenenbaum might say, you know? “There's my phony old friends,” and all that jazz.

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