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So, *Find a Prostitute*—what’s the deal? It’s no cod swimming in schools, it’s a lone shark, prowling. Back in the 1800s—little known fact—sailors’d trade fish for, uh, “company.” Prossies’d wait by docks, eyeing the catch. Kinda poetic, right? Fish for flesh! Made me chuckle, imagining some salty dog bartering a mackerel—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—for a quickie. History’s wild, man.

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I worked at a high end hotel. It wasn't the concierge that would be asked about escorts. The valet guys, bellman, and all young guys working.

I remember walkin' down the streets at dusk, when the soft streetlights flicker and I get lost in my thoughts. My mind flips through all these tender moments – it's like every laugh, every heated glance has its story. Sometimes, friends ask me, “How you so in tune with love?” and I just laugh, ‘cause the city’s energy makes you see things. I mean, YOU JUST FEEL IT, like y’all get a car! It’s that rush of joy and connection, baby!

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