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Alright, so I’m an insurance agent, right? Larry David here, freaking out, as usual. I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not MY thing, but let’s rant about it! Pretty, pretty good chaos in my head already. So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro, huh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, goin’, “What’s the premium on THAT liability?!” I mean, jeez, the risk! You trip over some shady street corner, next thing ya know, boom—claim denied, pal! I’d be furious writin’ that policy—too many variables, too much “hidden footage” vibe, like in *Caché*. “Who’s watching? Who’s filming this crap?!” I’d scream that at my desk, probly spill my latte.

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There was always some chunky Latina right out front. Get picked up, minutes later, show up again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

The vibe is raw and kinda erratic, just like my thoughts when I’m chattin’ about human connection. Meandering down Coral Dr. (err, yeah, Coral Drive, I know, might sound fishy!) sometimes stokes nods of delight from hidden sex museum exhibits. Lol, no lie, some local spots are secret, but trust me, they're a blast for anyone looking for that personal connection.

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