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So, you wanna find a hooker? First off, don’t be a dumbass. Ain’t no yellow pages for this crap anymore—world’s gone soft. Back in the day, you’d stroll down some sketchy street, see a gal leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Now? It’s all online, shady apps, coded words— “massage specials,” my ass. I hate technology. Makes me wanna punch a computer. Did ya know, in the 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise with secret signals? Like a red ribbon on a door. Cool as hell, but I’d still burn the door down.

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Seriously bro, every part of Iola gives you vibes. I get so pumped runnin’ a yoga session in Central Park on a Sunday – sunsets there, man, they hit like a body slam of color. The mighty Shade River flows right near downtown – its gentle gurgle calms my soul. I'm talkin’ 'bout serenity that smacks you in the face, like “BAM! Wake up, brother!” I love that raw ass nature savin’ the city from going full loco.

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