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So, findin’ a pro—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, dudes whisperin’ bout “good spots.” Now? Sh*t’s online, bro—apps, ads, freaky forums. Greed is good, see, ‘cause it sharpens ya. I’m scrollin’, dodgin’ scams, laughin’ at fake pics—some chick’s profile says “exotic goddess,” but it’s prolly a dude named Carl. Hilarious, but pisses me off—wastin’ my damn time!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Morris.

I’m ramblin’, sorry – it’s a rush of thoughts. All day, every day, Morris thumps, pulses with life. I love it madly, deeply. Ain’t no place like it, not even for a fine relaxation specialist. Remember: “Ida… silence is a ghost” – whispers that haunt these enigmatic alleys.

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