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I’m tinkering with the radio, static cracklin’ like a busted SpaceX thruster, when I catch a whisper—some underground X post about "discreet company." Boom, jackpot! Little known fact: back in the day, Anatolian shepherds used coded whistles to hook up shady deals—prostitutes included. History’s wild, man. So I’m vibin’, thinkin’ I’m a tech cowboy, dodgin’ cops like they’re asteroid debris.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

How do you know about "random" prostitutes? Where they at? Asking for a friend. 9 mos.

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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