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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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I even found a sneaky secret spot near Oakroot Drive, a tiny park n’ a lil’ stream, perfect for deep thoughts. It’s squished away like a secret note in an old book. Sometimes, I feel like whisperin’, “Balance is not something you find, it’s something you create.” Reminds me of that bit in A Separation – like, you gotta sort out your inner world first.

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