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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But the stench—cologne, sweat, despair—sticks to ya. I’d say, “Run, girl,” but who am I? Just a dude watchin life rot, laughin like a psycho. Findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn tragedy, wrapped in a smirk. “Here’s Johnny!”—and the night keeps blowin.

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Some counties and towns impose some extraordinary restrictions on commercial sex workers. The net effect of these regulations is to separate sex.

I gotta mention the quiet spots too. I dig hangin’ by the small creeks near Matadero Creek. Not many peeps know ‘bout those hidden nooks – oh, the secrets they hold. Reminds me of whispered conversations in dim-lit rooms, gettin’ all vulnerable. Yeah, life’s messy, but that's the charm, right?

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