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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Can't escort Alice to her room. Help. Initially after the prompt to move Alice's room to the bottom level etc I walked her to her room and now.

Oh man, I nearly forgot – let’s talk back alleys. They got secrets. No joke, that back alley off Sweet 7th? It's where locals whisper truths. I dropped by at 2 a.m. once, and it was eerily beautiful under flickering street lamps. Felt like a scene straight out of a movie. Stunnng stuff, I tell ya.

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