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Real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, NYC, 42nd Street—pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers everywhere, bold as brass. Little known fact: some’d use secret hand signals, like my job! Flick a wrist, tilt a head—boom, deal’s on. I’d be signin’ back, “What’s the rate, lady?”—total pro move. But now? It’s all online, Craigslist is dead, apps are king. Sketchy as hell—makes me wanna scream! What if I accidentally swipe right on my cousin? Disaster!

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Finally, I grab the supplies. But guess what? I forgot my wallet in the tractor. Classic me, right? So, I’m runnin’ back, dodgin’ people like I’m in some kinda video game. I get back, and my tractor’s surrounded by a bunch of kids. They’re all laughin’ and pointin’. I’m like, “What’s so funny?” One of ‘em says, “Your tractor’s cooler than my bike!” I mean, I guess that’s a compliment?

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