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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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And oh, the neighborhoods! Westside’s got a real artsy punk feel. There’s a graffiti-rich wall on Beacon St that screams "dream big, fight harder, be yourself!" I get chills from it. And mish-mashed parties in backyards? Hilarious and weird, but so liberating.

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