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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma. You know, the main street? It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m strutting down, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who knew pigeons had such bad aim? I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off, and this old dude just laughs at me. Thanks, man. Real supportive.

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