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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

Sometimes my head spins with city's lore. Emotions hit hard – joy, anger, surprise. A client once blurted, "This city's a mirror copy of soul!" I almost bawled, man. I be like, "Stupid, fat hobbit, you'll never know!" Then burst out laughing.

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