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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Pimps, or prostituted minors at the direction of their pimps, simply post a phone number with a picture and/or provocative words. The pimps find prostitution.

I ain't even talkin' about the local diners. Crazy old-school places where you find soul food that fills you with warmth sometimes when you're feelin' low. Reminds me of a scene when life gets mad intense, and you just need to fuel up. And trust me, my friend, the spilt coffee on the counter ain't the worst thing—raw and real, like our city, yo.

Recruiting breeches land Fordham on probation