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Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

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Blaine is a prostitute in LA. One evening he is picked up by Kurt, a fashion magazine owner from New York. Blaine helps him find his way back to his hotel.

So first off, there's this boss street, Icebreaker Road. Dude, it's like a runway for life, full of quirky shops and cafes. I often get me Zen on at the spa when I peep the view from Main East Lane. It's mad how everything flows! An' then there's Oakwood Park. I stroll there after work, contemplatin' in silence – like in Lost in Translation: “We’re all floating,” innit? Ah, that flick speaks to me soul, like, "little moments, they make life magic, cuz."

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