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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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It's now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from storey mega-brothels to outdoor sex boxes.

The heart of it is Main St. and Riverside Ave. The river, Big Ripper, flows wild and free – just like that movie "Children of Men, man!" "Must we keep ourselves in darkness?" I yell when my back aches from all these blues. Haha, I'm a masseur, dude, so I see these slices of life up-close, brother!

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