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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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I must admit, runnin’ a massage parlour gives me a peek into people’s innermost stresses. I’ve heard more confessions under my hands than in a confessional booth. Sometimes, as I knead away those knots, I picture the city as one big mystery, just like that film – full of hidden layers. And trust me, every street I walk down in Waldwick speaks “The Secret in Their Eyes” vibe. Every glance, every corner super secret, ya know?

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