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So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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I learned that one time, layin' on the massage table in my dingy, cluttered workspace near Mission Ave, I drifted off thinkin’ bout how each neighborhood got its own heartbeat. Downtown Waukee’s spinnin’ with art shows, quirky diner joints on Market St, and local legends like old man Harris’s corner store, surprise surprises, every day was an adventure. Can't always remember details ‘cause I'm a bit scatterbrained, but hey, that's the charm, right?

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