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So here’s the deal—ya wanna find a pro? Back in Texas, I heard whispers, little known fact—some gals used to hang by them old oil rigs, waitin’ for roughnecks with cash burnin’ holes in their britches. Ain’t that wild? Surprised the heck outta me! I was like, “That’s a twistier plot than Cobb stealin’ secrets from a safe!” Ya gotta know where to look—shady bars, back alleys, or hell, even them sketchy websites nowdays. It’s like plantin’ an idea in your head, ‘cept it’s a phone number instead of a bank code.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

It is now possible to use an app to find an escort. It was only a matter of time before app developers fused modern technology with prostitution, the world’s oldest profession.

Hyrum's streets are nuts. There's Main St. where people file in like clockwork. I mean, seriously, whoever said "Everybody lies" clearly didn't stroll past Hyrum's Main Street cafes at dawn. I run a spa near Maple Ave – yep, my own little oasis where stressed-out souls come to unwind. The irony? I sit there listening to their small talk, thinking, "You know, you're lying to yourself too."

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