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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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Oh gosh, did I mention the local diner, Benny’s? Boy, this place has the best pancakes ever. And every time I eat there, I mutter, “He who controls the past controls the future” – well, sorta in a funny, offbeat way, not in a dictatorial way, lol. I get all emotional and nostalgic there, rememberin' all those stories from clients and life lessons from the streets.

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