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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

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

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Fordham.

The vibe is sometimes absurd, like you gotta keep your cool while the city jams you up with noise and fast-paced energy. You ever just chill at the curb by West 87th? I do. I lie there on my back, lookin’ at the blazin' sky, and for a sec, I'm like “Oh, what a day” – then bam, another honk to yank ya back to reality. Crazy, right?

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