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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, got that *Moonrise Kingdom* vibe in my head—y’know, my fave flick, Wes Anderson’s 2012 gem. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”—that’s me, thinkin’ bout this whole gig. Ain’t it wild? Hella romantic, but dark too, like some twisted Suzy-and-Sam runaway tale.

So you want to book a sex worker?

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Surfside.

Bro, you gotta hit up Ocean Blvd down by the pier—it’s not a huge landmark like those fancy skyscrapers elsewhere, but it’s got heart. Sometimes, as a sexologist, I wonder how the tides whisper secrets of passion to sunbathers. There's a park, yeah? Surfside Park near Bayfront St. It's lowkey magic. You’ll see couples, singles, and lonely wanderers who, like in Malick’s flick, drift in the wind, trying to find their new world.

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