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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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And OMG, let me tell you—Cradock whispers its own secrets. The side street on Willow Lane? Shhh, I’m spillin’ tea—it’s where locals share stories late at night. People here got grit, but also endless love. I’ve seen families rebuilt here after crazy heartbreak. It’s inspiring. Yo, it's like The Act of Killing says, “We are realities, not fantasies!” and cradling that truth makes me feel edgy proud.

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