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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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He spoke to 30 local prostitutes, he says, to find out their rates. Based on the frequency of sexual relations (assuming three times a week for the average.

Every cracked sidewalk, every street vendor selling spicy treats on Market Street adds to the soul. I walk past a tiny café on Duke’s Road—coffee so strong it practically rocks your world, y’know? Life here, with its sweet chaos, has shaped me more than any textbook ever could.

“Was smoking Hendrix’s Strat my wildest studio experience? Oh, certainly not! We always went full tilt. There was never a dull day!” Steve Cradock on his star-studded session with Paul McCartney, SGs vs Teles – and the joint he laced with Hendrix’s guitar