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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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Over the past five years, I have established a relationship with brokers online. Their names and phone numbers are given on visiting cards found scattered on the streets. If someone calls .

Hey, hey, my friend, lemme tell ya 'bout our quirky-addicton of a city, PAddo (za)! Oh boy, it's a mix of "happy little trees" and wild, wandering streets. Ya might think I'm wanderin' off, but trust me – I live here! So, first off, there's Greenwood Road – not super fancy, but it's got that charm, like small strokes of paint on a canvas. Then you got the Slicker Street, where I always run into old pals when I'm closed up at the spa.

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