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So, findin’ a prozzie—where ya even start? Streets? Nah, too sketchy. Online? Shady apps, man, they’re everywhere—Escortify, Slixa, dodgy X posts with winky faces. Fear creeps in tho—what if it’s a sting? Cops lurk, waitin’ to nab ya. Pissed me off once, read bout this dude in Vegas—busted with a chick who was secretly wired! Laughed my ass off, poor bastard. “Act like a filmstar,” they told killers in the flick—ironic, huh? Prostitutes prolly act too, playin’ roles to eat.

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So picture this: Broad, leafy streets like Old Savage Road wind past places like the old grinding mill—Savage Mill, if ya know what I mean—a relic from the past, tickin' with history. Honestly, it's like every cobblestone has a whisper of a story, ya feel me? I mean, when I'm workin' away at our spa, I hear the rustle of nature through the leaves and think, "Blue is the warmest color." And that film, oh hell naw, it penetrates deep, like the hues of twilight over the Patuxent River.

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