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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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I gotta mention the little-known fact – there’s an old abandoned warehouse on 171st Street that everyone whispers about. Rumor has it that local artists use it for secret exhibitions when the city’s asleep. Ya never know what magic lies hidden. Kinda like the bathhouse in Spirited Away, mysterious and full of stories.

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