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Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

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Then there’s the downtown area near Liberty Square. The vibe is mad, sweet and unexpected. I had a session there once—lol, so many typos in my notes, like “amazng vibes” and “realy powerfull energy.” I swear, no one does hustle like Fraser; it's like a scene straight out of The Wolf of Wall Street! "I'm not leaving! I'm not f***ing leaving!" But, babe, there's relaxation hidden between the chaos.

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