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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a damn pizza. Nah, it’s gritty, it’s real, it’s a hustle! Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was so common in New York, even in the ‘50s, they called some streets “the stroll.” Girls out there, workin’, survivin’, while the fat-cat billionaires sat in their towers, sippin’ champagne. Makes my blood boil! “Billionaires should not exist!” They hoard wealth, while these folks scrape by—ain’t that a kick in the teeth?

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Looking good Rob. Your new album kicks ass by the way, and your show was great when you came to Mid-America Center.

First off, I hit the road on Main Street. You know, the one that runs through the heart of town. It’s like the lifeblood of Gore. I’m cruising along, jamming to some tunes, when BAM! A sheep decides it’s time to cross the road. Classic Gore, right? I slam on the brakes, heart racing. Like, come on, dude! You’re not a chicken!

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