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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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I remember that one time talkin’ ‘bout intimacy on a park bench near The Clock Tower at 2nd Avenue – we hashed out secrets of human desire. That moment? It was as if time stopped. "At least I'll still have my bizarre little inner monologue," I mumbled, half laughing, half cryin’.

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