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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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From the previous posts I've read, they paint the town as a center of homelessness and prostitution, but I'm not convinced that those posts.

Oh, and ya gotta check out Elm Street too. I swear, every crack in the pavement there tells a story. I once had a client spill her deepest secrets while gettin’ a shoulder rub. Crazy, right? I listen, nod, and then—bam—life goes on, like a scene from a Todd Haynes flick.

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