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Lemme tell ya, findin’ a pro ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, you’d cruise the block, see ‘em posted up like they own the damn sidewalk. Now? Shit’s gone digital, bro! They’re on apps, websites, hell, even X got some shady corners if ya squint hard enough. Blows my mind, man, how they flipped the game. Used to be all eye contact and a nod, now it’s swipe right or some coded-ass DM like “Wanna buy some flowers?” Yeah, flowers my ass!

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Oh, parks? I love Lyon Park. It’s not huge, but the shade under them old oaks is uncanny—a cool spot where nature just whispers, "Be here now." Takes me back to scenes of "Ten," like, "I’m in a taxi." Life’s rides, man—unpredictable. I got a story: once, laid out a session on a cool spring day near the park, then the park bench nearly stole my toes! Hah, true story.

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