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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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First off, I wake up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored. I jump outta bed, hair a mess, and I’m like, “C’mon, get it together!” I rush outta my flat on ul. Łaskotka, and the first thing I see? A pigeon. Just chillin’ on my doorstep. I swear, it looked at me like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Not really, but thanks for asking.”

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