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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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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.

So first off, we got Main Street – a charming, quirky stretch where local businesses bang out their vibes loud and proud. I remember hustlin’ past it on my way to work at the dating site HQ, thinkin’ how each smile I see is a little spark of hope – “Oh, what a lovely day!” As I pass down North Division Avenue, the spirit of community fills the air like a promise of a better tomorrow – “What a day!” as they say in Mad Max style.

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