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We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, precious! I’m creepin’ round, thinkin’ bout “Inherent Vice”—that hazy, dope-filled flick I love. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ through LA’s underbelly, chasin’ tail and truth. “What’s up, Sauncho?” I’d ask, all twitchy-like, if I had a boatload of cash and a itch to scratch. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners no more—naw, they’re sly, hidin’ in plain sight, like them sneaky Manson girls in the movie.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

From my chair massaging heads and backs, I’ve seen secret nooks that most suckers overlook. Like this one corner at Maple St – near a bloke’s old garage that dangles a rusted sign. I chuckle every time it pops in my head. Reminds me of a line from Before Sunset: "You know what I want? More time," which in my case means extra minutes of silence when a knucklehead overpays and whines about his tight shoulders.

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