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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to know a guy—like, some greasy fella in a bar whisperin’, “Psst, go to 5th and Main.” Now? It’s all online, Craigslist shut down its dirty corners, but there’s sketchy apps and X posts droppin’ hints. Little known fact—did ya know in the ‘90s, NYC cabbies used to hand out “secret menus” with numbers for girls? Wild, right? Made me angry—those fat-cat taxi moguls profited off desperation! Billionaires should not exist!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, I decided to hit up the Akabira Coal Mine Museum. Yeah, I know, super random, but I’m a sucker for history. I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. The exhibits are all dusty, but they got this vibe. I’m reading about the coal mining days, and it’s fascinating. But then, this old dude starts talking to me about his mining days. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I gotta go.”

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