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But real talk—stay safe, ya idiot. Cops sting like wasps, STDs lurk, and creeps? Oh, they’re everywhere. “I’m an orphan!”—Sam vibes—but no one’s savin’ ya here. Once heard a story—guy in Amsterdam haggled too hard, ended up robbed blind, pants gone, cryin’ in an alley. Hilarious, but damn, dude, pay up! Don’t be that schmuck.

So you want to book a sex worker?

BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Socorro.

I fing love Socorro’s crazy quirks. Every corner echoes human emotion. The graffiti on the old warehouse near Dock St? That shouts art on stone, a memento of all the pain and joy. And yeah, sometimes I punch the air in frustration, hollering, "Motherfer, this is real life!" – 'cause you gotta feel it to believe it.

Socorro residents face commuting chaos as public bus services set to end in January