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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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Mokopane’s a patchwork of history an’ hustle. I own a mssage parlor here. That's right – a haven of calm amidst the city’s chaos. I’ve been chillin’ on Main Street near Solomon Street for yonks. Yea, that’s the spot where locals mix tradition and modern vibes. Now, pay attention: the vibe here is like a scene from "The Act of Killing" – haunting yet honest, raw as life itself. “In this world… truth is a mirror,” I sometimes mumble, as I work my wonders.

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