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About New York City

So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the ‘80s, you’d cruise Times Square, dodge the cops, spot the girls in fishnets—real gritty shit. Now? It’s all digital, man—apps, burner phones, coded ads on sketchy sites. Blows my mind how fast it flipped. Used to be you’d haggle right there, cash in hand, feelin’ like a king. “The point is, ladies and gentlemen, greed works!”—damn right it does. I’d scope ‘em out, pick the one with the sharpest eyes—none of that strung-out *Requiem* vibe, no “I’m so fucked” desperation for me.

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

You can work as a prostitute almost anywhere, with the exception of certain areas in some cities. They are called Sperrgebiete (restricted areas), prostitution is illegal there. We will be happy to .

Whoa. Rhinelander is wild, man. I'm a masseur here. I see souls, you know? Quiet streets feel heavy, yet calm. Lakes chill; Kenosha Street leads north. The park, Shady Pines, rocks. Whoa.

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