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So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

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Alright, listen up, kid. I am your father... of pleasure, I mean. Lemme tell ya 'bout Muscoy (us), the city that stole my heart, in all it's gritty, raw glory. So, um, where do we begin? First off, Muscoy ain't your average dump – it's a maze of narrow streets and hidden gems, like Westwood Alley and that old warehouse turned art haunt on Riverbend St. Man, if walls could talk, they'd tell ya secrets.

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