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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Popeyes. You can’t just roll up and say, “Gimme the two-piece special!” Naw, honey, it’s sneaky, shady, and wild. Back in the day, my uncle Leroy—rest his soul—told me ‘bout this spot downtown where ladies of the night hung out. Said they’d wink at ya from the corner, real subtle-like. Little known fact: some of ‘em used code words, like “You got a light?”—meanin’ they ready to negotiate! Halleluyer, I was shocked! Who knew they had a whole system?

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Life here has its quirks. In the local diner, you’ll hear someone say “Why do we fall?” over and over. It’s all a metaphor, man, for growth and resilience. I often find myself in deep thoughts, incerately contemplative, wonderin’ what makes us tick.

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