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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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Back inside, the calls keep coming. A guy on Shimozato Street is complaining about noise from a festival. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a festival! Embrace the chaos!” But he’s not having it. I’m just trying to keep my cool.

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