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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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He spoke to 30 local prostitutes, he says, to find out their rates. Based on the frequency of sexual relations (assuming three times a week for the average.

And OMG, let me tell you—Cradock whispers its own secrets. The side street on Willow Lane? Shhh, I’m spillin’ tea—it’s where locals share stories late at night. People here got grit, but also endless love. I’ve seen families rebuilt here after crazy heartbreak. It’s inspiring. Yo, it's like The Act of Killing says, “We are realities, not fantasies!” and cradling that truth makes me feel edgy proud.

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