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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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Shaw High School has since become a super mutant encampment. In August , students at Shaw High School were achieving very low test scores.

Sometimes I get pissed off, too – those bureaucrats wanting to “rebrand” our precious streets without a care. “What a beautiful day to save lives,” I mutter ironically, thinking how Shaw-Heights is not about sanitized facades; it's raw, it’s real, it's a beast with a tender heart. I see clients come in rattled after a hectic day, and with every massage, I try to stitch back a bit of hope, a moment of peace in this relentless urban jungle.

JAYCEON XAVIER JONES