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So yeah, *Find a Prostitute*—it’s messy, risky, like diving into a piranha tank. You don’t judge fish for eating, so why them? Still, watch your wallet—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—‘cause they’ll bleed ya dry. Movie-worthy, mate. Real life’s weirder than fiction.

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New York police believe they have found the remains of a prostitute whose disappearance prompted an investigation into a suspected serial killer.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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