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So, real talk—where do you even start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t end up in a ditch. Fun fact: in old-school NYC, the meatpacking district—yeah, where all the fancy boutiques are now—used to be hooker central. Blows my mind! Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads. You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is this legit or am I about to get catfished by some dude named Gary?” Makes me wanna scream—half the time I’m pissed at how shady it gets, half the time I’m laughin’ at the absurdity.

Eliot Spitzer snuck me into his apartment in a suitcase: ex-mistress

Spitzer had been one of my clients. He had just resigned three weeks earlier after getting caught with another prostitution ring.

Hey, pal, so listen up! I'm in Elliot (za) for years now. Ruh-roh! This city is wild. Street names? Check out 3rd Ave, Elm St, and Vine Rd. They buzz with life. My massage parlor is on Maple St. Cool vibes there, ya know?

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