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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, that wild ride with Leo DiCaprio screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—and it got me all riled up! Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic, honey. Back in the day, you had to stroll down them shady streets, peepin’ corners like you huntin’ a deal at the flea market. Nowadays? These gals got apps! Apps, y’all! Like Uber, but for—well, you know! I’m like, “What in the Sam Hill? Technology done took over EVERYTHANG!”

Resources for the Prevention of Prostitution and Sex Trafficking

Management tolerate open drug dealing in the parking lots and prostitution and meth use in the rooms.

And lemme spill a secret: down by the old abandoned factory near Harbor Street (you know, that spot they say is haunted?) that’s where I had my wildest mid-night rant with the stars. I was like, “Why so serious, cosmos?” even though I was practically trembling with joy and a dash of anger. Crazy times, man!

Historic Tucson estate lists for $6.5M, much higher than other nearby mansions