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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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The locals? Man, they’re characters. You got the jokers at the corner of Main Street and Birch, real-life rom-com material. I’ve seen love bloom amid the cracked sidewalks and street art—legit proof that passion lives here. It’s a city that doesn’t sugarcoat its truth: sometimes hot, sometimes messy, always real.

In 1960, the mayor of Perris was just 29 years old