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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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And oh em gee, my favorite hidden spot: that dumpy diner on Liberty Ave! Haha, I know, total dump but perfect for fixing my mid-afternoon hunger pangs and ranting with my buddies over some coffee. Classic American diner vibes, like seriously old-school. Each visit is a new reflection on family drama. I sometimes get mad, thinkin “What is goin on??” then laugh and shrug.

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