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So, lemme spill it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the shady corners, or these days, the sketchy websites. Back in the day, thinkin’ 1800s London, them gals worked outta “bawdy houses”—fancy name for a hookup spot. Little known fact: they’d advertise with red curtains, real subtle, huh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how sneaky they were, like me dodgin’ Elmer Fudd! Nowadays, it’s all apps and coded ads—craigslist ain’t what it used to be, doc!

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I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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