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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

A Somerville woman allegedly charged an undercover police investigator $120 for sexual services.

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re breakin’ my heart sometimes with their contrasts. Eastside got that hipster energy, and Westside keeps it old school – kinda like that moment in Ida where the silence speaks louder than words. My fav joint though? Little Raven Café on Maple Street. It’s low-key, where the coffee be bomb and the chats more soulful than a Sunday sermon. Got this one barista who tells tales like he’s spittin’ street gospel – mad heart, fo’ real.

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