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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate—y’know, all that dark side crap. Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Secret in Their Eyes”—damn good flick, right? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits hard when you’re talkin’ hookers. So, picture this: I’m wanderin’ some grimy street, neon lights buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, y’know?

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

Then, outta nowhere, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing all heavy, and I’m tryin’ to keep it cool. I’m like, “Don’t worry, we’ll be outta here in a sec.” But inside, I’m panicking. I mean, what if I’m stuck here all day? What if I miss lunch?

“I bought a one-way ticket to Sydney and took off”