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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin’, feelin’ randy as hell. Streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Time to score, baby!” Prostitution’s been around forever, right? Fun fact—ancient Rome had brothels called *lupanars*, stank of sweat and cheap wine. Wild, huh? Makes ya wonder what’s changed. Nothin’, really—still a hustle, still a grind.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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 .

As I’m leaving the pub, I bump into that wild-haired dude from the café. He’s like, “You’re the lecturer, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me.” And he starts talking about hiking again. I’m just nodding, trying to be polite, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I’m not going hiking at 10 PM!”