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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Now, let’s rant a bit – sometimes Harvest (us) gets on my fucking nerves. Traffic on Cedar Drive? Total bollocks at rush hour. And don’t get me started on the noisy kids at Littleton Park. But then, thanks to my job, I see beauty in their chaos – every tantrum’s a cry for help, every laughter, a moment of healing. Therapy and life, intertwined!

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