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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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First off, I woke up late. My alarm? Totally didn’t go off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Rushed to get ready, tripping over my own feet. I mean, who knew a kimono could be so tricky? I finally get outta my place on Hauptstraße, and it’s already buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill.

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