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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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September 27, The prostitute's progress. Prostitutes and female criminals abound in the last few years' crop of neo-Victorian novels, including such.

Oh, btw, I love spending sunrise at Misty Park. Fresh air, birds chirpin’, and a secret bench on Ivy Blvd where I peep at life passing by. I feel deep, kinda like that enigmatic film scene in "Ida". So yeah, I spill my heart there, y'know, every morning at 6ish.

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