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So, picture this: I’m diggin’ thru X, scrollin’ posts, lookin’ for intel. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Tesla part—tho, tbh, that’d be dope. “One escort, next-day delivery, plz.” Nah, it’s messy, shady, like tryna debug code with no comments. You hit up sketchy corners of the web—boom, some rando’s like, “Check this spot downtown.” Little known fact: back in the 90s, pimps used pagers—PAGERS, dude—like prehistoric texts. Now? It’s all encrypted DMs and “discreet” X links. Evolution, baby.

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"The Gentleman Who Loved Me" by Grace Callaway is an age gap romance between a former male prostitute turned businessman, Andrew, and a young woman, Rosie.

I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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