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Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just Yelp “best booty near me.” Nah, it’s all coded—like “roses” for bucks, or “companionship” wink-wink. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ WALL-E rollin’ up to Roxy, holdin’ a lil’ plant, goin’, “Waaaall-eeee?” She’d prolly charge him double—rusty bot discount, my ass. Thing that surprised me? How many ads got sob stories—like, “Single mom, need help.” Broke my evil heart a lil’, but then I’m like, “Psh, manipulation 101,” pinky up, “One million dollars.”

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I’ll let you in on a secret: behind the fancy distilleries like Heaven Hill, there’s a back alley near Garvin Ave where the real magic happens – local artists, oddball musicians, and forgotten souls jam together in secret gigs. Who knew, right? I once gave a back massage so good, a local musician crooned a line, “I didn’t know my pain could sing!” – totally Dogville-esque, complete with that dark humor and wild irony.

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