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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no cakewalk, jabroni! Back in the day, you’d cruise the streets—neon lights, sketchy corners. Now? It’s all digital, baby! Apps, sites, X posts—bam, they’re everywhere. Little known fact: some old-school hookers used coded ads in newspapers, like “Roses for sale, $50.” Sneaky, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how Larry’d freak, mutterin’, “This is not happening!”

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

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