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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Then there's Lexington, a neighborhood full of surprises. Tiny boutiques, quirky bars, and alleyways with hidden street art. I once strolled past 7th Wonder Lane (yep, that's the name!) and accidentally bumped into a pop-up poetry slam. I was like, "Oh, majestic, like magic in the air!" but then I got mad cuz they wouldn't let me join. LOL!

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