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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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Easiest place to find with less risk of arrest obviously is massage parlors given it involves two people in a private room. After you're naked, having other compensated services is fairly easy Missing: Redhill.

And lemme tell ya ‘bout the odd bits – ya can get a bit wild in the back alleys near Old Mill Street. Folks say they’ve seen street art that kinda makes you brush off the pain and just laugh – like, real honest, raw art speakin’ of hope amidst the struggle. It sometimes makes me mad ‘cause it highlights life’s injustices, but then I think, "Well, ain't that life?" And sometimes I chuckle, sayin' "Howdy, life!" with a bit of sass, kinda like one of them movie moments, "This is our destiny."

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