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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Now, park talk – oh boy, I just can’t stop. Check out Harmony Park. It’s where you get that real connection, a secret hangout for lovers and dreamers. I get my vibes there, and honestly, it reminds me of that scene in A.I. where every moment felt precious and true. Then, there's Liberty Grove – my favorite spot when I need a dose of nature. Y'know, a perfect place to work on my dating algorithms while jamming to some Beyoncé (yes, Queen B herself!) – "Who run the world? Girls!" for real!

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