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So – here’s the deal. You wanna find one? Easy – sorta. Streets got ‘em – dark corners. Neon lights flashin’ – sketchy vibes. Or – internet, man! Craigslist died – but apps? Oh yeah – they’re there. Hella discreet – coded words. “Roses” for cash – sneaky bastards. Learned that crap – blew my mind! Back in ‘69 – hookers worked Times Square. Open – bold as hell. Now? They’re ghosts – poppin’ up unexpected.

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Down in Old Town, you got the Marsden Heritage Market. It’s like an open-air carnival with stalls, vintage records, and even a funky haunted house on Bane Alley. Yea, sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of whispers there... “Let the right one in.” Seriously, the vibe is eerie but cool, like a twist in a spooky film. I remember one night, I saw a shadow that made me go “Whoa!”—not today, Satan! lol

John Marsden, author of Tomorrow, When the War Began, dies aged 74