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So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

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The correct question is “I’m willing to pay for sex, now what are my options?”. So on this post I’m not going into the whole social question of prostitution, trafficking and efforts to legalise the .

And then, there’s these ivy-lined, hidden spots. Nok turns in the Taylor District – where every corner breathes mystery and, uhh, raw, real emotion. Did I mention the old theatre on Sunset? Seriously, boomin’ with history, echoing the dreams of generations. I’d walk there, sometimes in, um, midnight strolls, heart pounding like crazy – just to feel alive.

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