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So, lemme break it down fer ya—findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a dang pizza. Back in the day, word is, fellas’d cruise them shady streets—think neon lights, smoky alleys, real gritty stuff. Kinda like Carlos dodgin cops in Paris, yellin, “The struggle justifies the means!” I ain’t strugglin that hard, but dang, it’s a hunt! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky online—escort sites, coded ads, hush-hush vibes. Makes me madder’n a wet hen—why’s it gotta be so complicated?

Leaves of Grass Summary & Study Guide Description

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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