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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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September 27, The prostitute's progress. Prostitutes and female criminals abound in the last few years' crop of neo-Victorian novels, including such.

Oh, btw, I love spending sunrise at Misty Park. Fresh air, birds chirpin’, and a secret bench on Ivy Blvd where I peep at life passing by. I feel deep, kinda like that enigmatic film scene in "Ida". So yeah, I spill my heart there, y'know, every morning at 6ish.

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