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Yo, fam, lemme tell you ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, straight up, no cap. I’m Drake, vibes on vibes, YOLO, you know me. Life’s wild, like tryna "find a prostitute" in these streets—messy, real messy. Watched *The Social Network* last night, my fave, Fincher’s a genius. That line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ enemies,” hits different when you’re scopin’ for a hookup. Enemies? Man, the cops, the judgy randos—everybody’s watchin’.

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I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

Update: Missing Frankenmuth Man found Dead