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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

I luv cruisin' down these roads. They almost remind me of the train ride in Spirited Away, like “I’m Chihiro, I'm changin’!” Every twist is a surprise, every corner a memory. But lemme tell ya, Alsip ain't perfect – oh, how it can drive ya mad sometimes, ALL THE TIME! Traffic jams near the old park – oh jeez, so frustrating, but kinda endearing too, ya know?

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