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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, you’d just stroll down some skanky street, dodge the cops, and bam—there’s your gal! But now? Jesus Christ, it’s all online, like freakin’ Amazon for ass! You got apps, shady websites, even X posts—yeah, I checked, don’t judge me! I’m scrollin’, and I see this one chick’s profile, right? Total scam! Her pic’s all blurry, probly some dude’s grandma, and I’m like, “You ain’t foolin’ me, you lyin’ bitch!” Made me so mad I threw my Cheesy Poofs at the wall—waste of good snacks, dammit!

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I gotta mention the quirky streets of Central Street. There’s that dingy, cool-old bookstore, forgotten by time but cherished by those who dig deep secrets. And wtf, there’s art everywhere! Graffiti on brick walls, messages in alleys—each telling a story of revolt, peace, heartbreak, and magic. It alls blends in a way that makes you laugh, cry, and feel invincible all in one breath.

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