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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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Let me throw in a personal quirk: I'll admit, I got mad once when a dating algorithm unexpectedly matched my ex with a neighbour of mine from Westview. Westview’s a district where every house boasts big windows like they wanna watch the world, but trust me, the gossip is thicker than peanut butter. It’s all hyper, all energy—sorta like a scene straight out of Paul Thomas Anderson’s madness.

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