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Alright, so I’m thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Pretty, pretty good idea, maybe, or maybe not! I mean, jeez, where do ya even start? Back in the day, ya had street corners, right? Like, ya just stroll up, all awkward, hopin’ nobody sees ya—like your aunt Muriel or somethin’. “What’s Larry doin’ over there?” Nothin’, Muriel, mind your beeswax! Now it’s all online, apps, websites—bam, digital hookups. Kinda wild, kinda creepy, honestly. I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Like Marco in *Talk to Her*, ya know? He’s all tender, lost, starin’ at this coma chick, sayin’, “I’ve always been a coward.” That’s me, pal—too chicken to even click “book now”!

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Aurora and th is Seattle's center of prostitution. Aurora and 38th is a meth den. Aurora and 90th has a Taco Bell wherein the back door is.

Alright, buckle up, ya idiot sandwich! Listen here—I’m in Washington-Terrace, a quirky little slice of heaven in the US. And let me tell ya, this place is a bloody roller coaster. First off, you got Main Street. No joke. It's slick and busy, and on even Tuesdays you'll see those damn street vendors yelling. “Sellout!” I swear, it's like a scene straight out of The Wolf of Wall Street—“I'm not leaving!” style madness everywhere.

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