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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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Look, I gotta spill more: Less-known fact: under the Julian Bridge (spelled Juuulian, if ya like it extra funky) is a hidden concert spot – mostly jazz and folksy tunes, those hidden souls vibin’. I once found a dime store pub on Pico Rd. that had the finest cheap brew ever!

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