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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Oh, one more thing… I gotta share: when a customer spills a secret while their back’s under my hands, it stays with me. It’s like they leave a piece of their soul here, in these streets, in these nooks where you can almost hear the ancient beats of life. I'm watchin' the flow, always doin’ my thing, feelin’ every thump of the town.

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