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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that wink or that lean against a lamppost. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, boom! You swipe, you tap, you’re done. Kinda like “the algorithm’s what’s hot,” like Sean Parker says in the movie. But lemme tell ya, it pisses me off—where’s the grit, the hustle? These days, it’s too clean, too easy, like a freakin’ Uber for sex! I miss the old-school vibe—makes me wanna yell, “Don’t pee on my leg, callin’ this authentic!”

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Now, lemme get personal. As a family psychologist, I see things. I see the scars underneath smiles, and Surprise? It’s a canvas of that. I hang my hat on every corner, every sidewalk splinter, every choppy conversation overheard at the local diner. I once had a session right by a mural on N Old Town Road. It was vibrant and erratic, kinda like my own head sometimes, ya know? Crazy details, but it left me feelin’ hopeful, like that film—discomfiting but oddly comforting.

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