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So, peep this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ down the block, nah. It’s like scannin’ the shadows, feelin’ that beat drop low. You gotta know the streets, the corners, the codes, man. Back in the day, they sayin’ red lights in Amsterdam been poppin’ since the 1300s—sailors rollin’ in, lookin’ for that action. Little known fact, yo—history’s full o’ these hustlers, keepin’ it real quiet-like. Made me happy as hell knowin’ this game’s been deep forever, like blood in the veins, “tainted, but still good,” like Eve says in the movie.

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