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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a damn pizza. Nah, it’s gritty, it’s real, it’s a hustle! Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was so common in New York, even in the ‘50s, they called some streets “the stroll.” Girls out there, workin’, survivin’, while the fat-cat billionaires sat in their towers, sippin’ champagne. Makes my blood boil! “Billionaires should not exist!” They hoard wealth, while these folks scrape by—ain’t that a kick in the teeth?

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

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