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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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The local park, Sprungli Park (yeah, sounds fancy), is my spot when I wanna chill. It's got crazy old trees, you know, and some funky sculptures over near the lake – a hidden gem. I once bumped into this old friend there, and we ended up spillin’ life stories like mad. Could’ve been a scene from “Inherent Vice,” all dreamy and weird. Man, nature here makes me think: "Whoa, bcos life’s a trip!"

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