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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic—takes knowin’ the streets, the shady spots. Back in my day, they’d whisper ‘bout “red light districts”—little fact fer ya, them places started way back with railroad workers needin’ some fun! You gotta watch fer the cops too, sneakin’ ‘round like buzzards. I reckon it’s like that line in *Timbuktu*, “The earth belongs to the living”—them gals are livin’, alright, makin’ their way, dodgin’ trouble.

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The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

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