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So, find a prostitute—where’s it at? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin like they’re mockin ya. Used to be word-of-mouth, now it’s apps—crazy, right? Dudes tappin phones like they’re orderin pizza. Blows my mind, the world’s gone nuts! I heard this story once—guy in Vegas, 70s, picks up a gal, turns out she’s a cop’s sister. He’s screwed, runnin from badges, hilarious! Little shit like that—ya don’t expect it.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Irvine.

Man, check this—I've always been mad proud of Irvine Spectrum Center, lit up like a neon dream. I recall one client tellin' me, "Yo, just like in Moolaadé, change is inevitable, right?" And damn, that hit deep, like “killing tradition” ain't always what we want! Crazy thing, right? Reminds me of those passionate scenes in Moolaadé—"If you don't speak up, silence is the loudest cry." That's deep, like life itself in Irvine.

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