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So, prostitutes—market’s wild, right? Oldest gig in the book, pre-dates even my Boring Company tunnels. Supply’s elastic—more johns, more pros pop up like NPCs in a glitchy simulation. Demand? Skyrocketin’ when the economy tanks—people need an escape, somethin’ primal. Pissed me off when I read about Amsterdam’s red-light district tax hikes—like, c’mon, let ‘em keep their credits! Made me happy tho, seein’ tech bros buildin’ apps to “disrupt” the hustle—bro, you ain’t Uber for sex, chill.

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Ever been to Maple Park? An oasis right in the city. It’s an escape, a little piece of nature. Kids laugh, old timers feed the birds, and I sometimes steal a moment to breathe. Nature’s less bureaucratic than the city offices. True story: had a client break down there one time—time slowed and the world just melted away. Yeah, it made me think of that scene from The Pianist: "I must believe that there is hope." Except here, hope’s in small doses like a warm foot bath.

An early-1900s Haddonfield house got a new layout but kept some original touches