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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

Prostitutes by Patty LaRoche

We allow ourselves $10 each. We are not gamblers. Upon entering, we notice all the hookers, call girls, prostitutes or whatever they call themselves. There are.

I gotta share my secret fav haunt too: a tiny bookshop on Cherry Blvd – no one's talking about it but it’s magic, bursting with underrated novels and cozy vibes. And then there's a cozy little diner over on High Street where you can literally hear conversation hum and share your weirdest dreams.

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