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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Also, gotta mention my fav spot: Alley 7 near Junction Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin’ cross my legs, starin’ at da city lights while trippin’ on mad thoughts. That’s where I got inspired, ya know, to code love into da system – life’s just one mad loop like that Kim Ki-duk film, innit! “Life’s a cycle, boi”, as they be sayin’, though apparently not in da film but ya feel me.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...