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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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Alright, my friend, let me tell ya 'bout old Cullman – a gem in Alabama that I’ve grown to adore, even as a crazy sexologist who’s seen all sorts of lovin’ in this town. Yo, listen up: we’re talkin’ streets like Main St. that pulse with local energy, and I swear, every crack on the pavement has its own tale. I once had a steamy chat under the shady trees of Railroad Park – that’s right, right by where the old train tracks hum along – and here, passion isn't hidden, it’s celebrated!

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