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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style, with a “No Country for Old Men” twist. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ Mars in my Tesla Cybertruck—yeah, I shipped it there, don’t @ me—thinkin’ bout human needs, y’know, the primal stuff. Suddenly, it hits me—where’s the red-light district on this dusty rock? Ain’t no Craigslist for that up here, fam! I’m laughin’ my ass off—imagine codin’ an app for that, “HookerFinder 3000,” AI-driven, blockchain-secured. “Call it fate, call it luck,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say, but I’d call it a logistical nightmare.

So you want to book a sex worker?

There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more to it than just that.

I gotta mention the neighborhoods, too. Over on Bell Road, some of the best families are settlin’ down in modest homes. Hell, I used to drive down Bell Road, wonderin’ how kids and grown-ups sort out their issues sometimes, like in that movie—The Headless Woman—with disjointed memories and all. You know what I mean? Even in chaos, there's hope, sugar.

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