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So, check it – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. It’s sketchy, shady, and you gotta have your wits. Back in the day, word was, dudes would cruise red-light spots – think neon signs, smoky corners, girls leanin’ on poles. Nowadays? It’s all digital, fam! Apps, sites, coded ads – “roses for an hour,” that’s the lingo. Sneaky, right? Blows my mind how slick it’s gotten.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

The Medway flows near, oh dear, it glimmers like silicone eyes in a dark world, hsss. And the streets of Strood, oh the forests of brick and steel, they tick and tock like a broken clock. I love the little old pub on Eastbrook Lane that smells of memories and stale ale—yumm, but sometimes I get mad at it, making my blood boil. Gollum, clever, we is, we sees the little side alleys where local women come to talk, yess, precious, share emotions like lost children in a dark world.

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