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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes some grit, some street smarts! I’m drivin’ down some shady street, thinkin’, “This is the dead end.” Like in the movie, ya know? That line hits me hard—feels like I’m chasin’ shadows. Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere but nowhere! Little fact: back in the ‘80s, cops used to dress up as ‘em—wild, huh? Caught me off guard when I heard that!

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We left the nightclub district, more specifically the Coco Bongo at AM and got split into small groups and decided to walk home since the Riu Palace is only a 10 min walk from Coco Missing: Guadalupe.

Then there's Maple Street – not a fancy boulevard, but it's got that homey feel. The massage room I share with my buddies is around the corner, off Maple. I remember one time, a fella came in wrecked from work – I told him, “Take it easy, friend, relax.” And buddy, his tension melted away like ice cream on a hot day. I swear it was magic – like Godard’s cuts in that film, swift and unexpected.

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