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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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After that, I decide to hit up the Lielvarde Museum. I’ve been meaning to check it out. It’s small but packed with history. I’m wandering around, and this guide starts talking about the old railway. Apparently, Lielvarde was a big deal back in the day. Who knew? I’m just standing there, trying to absorb it all, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about my next gig, how I need to write new songs.

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