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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

A Highland Escort

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area. craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually Missing: Highlands.

Don’t even get me started on the East End neighborhood. Dirt roads? Nah, it's full of cobblestones with a bohemian flair. Artists scribble murals on crumbling walls like graffiti Shakespearean sonnets. I've had a couple of steamy consultations in one of those funky back alleys—brewed more than conversations, if you catch my drift. Speaking of steamy, there's a hole-in-the-wall café in the 7th Street district, where the espresso is strong and the tongues are even stronger.

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