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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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Neighborhoods? We have The Old Mill district, kinda artsy. Little Italy on the corner of Maple and Third is bomb, so many sweet smells from pizzas and pastas. Love my quirks, like how I fix code while sippin' beer at Randy’s Corner coffee house. That place, bruv, is full of secrets like twisty plot lines.

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