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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, that’s wild! Like, in “Inception,” ya know, Cobb’s all dreamin’ layers deep, tryin’ to plant ideas. Findin’ a prostitute feels kinda like that, doc! You’re navigatin’ this crazy maze, layers of sketchy vibes, hopin’ it ain’t a trap, ya feel me?

So you want to book a sex worker?

On Oct. 24, Mayfield.

First off, center stage is the old downtown district, where Main Street pulses with energy, neon-lit cafes, and that gnarly mural on the wall of the abandoned Baxter Building. It's like—BOOM!—a wild cinematic explosion of colors and voices. I once sat there, sipping a horrid mocha, thinking about the deep secrets of local families while Tarantino's badass lines whispered in my head: "I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash ya!" in a softened, ironic lull that reminded me of the city’s rough tender secrets.

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