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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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The prostitutes will sometimes strip, do lap dances, but eventually talk with “clients” and head towards the brothel rooms. There they will perform whatever sex.

We exchange awkward hellos, and I’m trying to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why are you here?” I grab a drink, and it’s a weird mix of something fruity and strong. I take a sip, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m feeling good, despite the ex situation.

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