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So, find a prostitute—where’s it at? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin like they’re mockin ya. Used to be word-of-mouth, now it’s apps—crazy, right? Dudes tappin phones like they’re orderin pizza. Blows my mind, the world’s gone nuts! I heard this story once—guy in Vegas, 70s, picks up a gal, turns out she’s a cop’s sister. He’s screwed, runnin from badges, hilarious! Little shit like that—ya don’t expect it.

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Because there's true love between Domino and Bill. Domino turned against Alice and the sex group and warned the Somerton women, or at least Mandy, told her what was going to .

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

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