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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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While I’m waiting, I spot this old lady at the corner table. She’s knitting like a boss, and I’m just there, sipping my coffee, trying not to spill it everywhere. Then, outta nowhere, she looks up and says, “You know, young man, life’s like knitting. You gotta untangle the mess sometimes.” I’m like, “Whoa, deep.” I mean, who knew Volda had philosophers in the café?

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