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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

Some low class hotel has emptied its rooms of all of its prostitutes and strippers and they are all staying here.

I remember: one day, drenched in sweat, I was massaging a guy on Elm. His muscles were like taffy. I swear, nature itself said "Woah, what a treat!" and his pain just felt like pure art. Woo!

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