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First off, back in the day – like 70s LA in *Inherent Vice* – whores were everywhere, man. Street corners, smoky bars, hell, even phonebooks had “escort” ads. Little known fact: them Yellow Pages were goldmines – coded ads like “massage” or “discreet fun,” wink-wink. Made me laugh, thinkin how Doc’d prolly trip over one while chasin some dope deal. Nowadays? It’s all digital, bruv – websites, apps, shady X posts. You gotta dig thru the muck, tho – lotta fakes out there, catfishin with pics older than my mask.

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So, I’m feeling good, right? I head to the park, the Wilhelminapark, to chill for a bit. I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful. Kids are playing, couples are strolling, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this group of teenagers blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re in a park, not a club!” But hey, I can’t blame them. Wolvega’s got that vibe, you know?

Our Blair off to a slow start at world champs but watch him go close on Jagger