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Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Oh, and my fave nick of the neighborhood is "Kleinstadt Nord". Tiny bistros line the streets, and art pops out everywhere. I always err, always find something epic – like when a stray cat with a limp became a local celeb overnight. Total absurdity, man!

Philip F. Kropp