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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t all laughs, tho. Surprised me how pricey it gets—like, 50 bucks for a quick howl? Zoinks! In old Virginia, they’d trade tobacco for a tumble—cheaper, huh? I’m sittin’ there, ponderin’, “What would Pocahontas think?” Prolly somethin’ deep, like, “The wind carries their shame.” Me? I’m just hopin’ she don’t carry fleas! Hah! Nah, she was cool—gave me a wink, said, “Come back, pup.” Made me grin like I nabbed a double-decker sandwich!

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The Hazel Dell by George Frederick Root. In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping, Nelly lov’d so long! And my lonely lonely watch I’m keeping, Nellie lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we Missing: prostitute.

Now, the neighborhoods? Haha, they’re somethin’ else! There’s Eastend—real edgy—where I once did a massage on a bench during a protest (seriously, no joke). And Oakberry Grove? Oh man, that place smells like fresh pine and memories. Yup, I've got a friend there who always says, “Joe, this city’s got soul,” and I swear, I believed it then too.

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