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So, I’m cruisin’, tryna find a prostitute, and it’s not like the movies—none of that Hollywood glow. It’s gritty, sweaty, real shit. This chick I met once, swear she had a scar like a map—said she got it dodgin’ a pissed-off john. Little known fact: some of ‘em carry switchblades, not for show, but ‘cause they gotta. Made me mad, tho—dudes out here actin’ like animals, no respect. I’m like, “Pay up, assholes, or get lost!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause that’s what dignity’s worth, ya feel?

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The neighborhoods are eclectic as heck. West Smithtown oozes suburban chic with a sprinkle of mystery. Folks outside might say it's boring, but they don’t know the whispered legacies in every creaky porch. Sometimes, after a long day of kneading knots away, I stroll down to the river. The Nissequogue River, ever so meandering, carries secrets like soft murmurs on the breeze.

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