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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

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Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick.

Now, lemme get technical for a sec—Modesto's layout is like a well-oiled machine. The highways and byways are like circuits in a giant motherboard. For instance, I'm always surprised at the meticulous grid design that echoes efficiency. Pockets of chaos in the smooth flow kinda remind me of quantum randomness, y’know? Bit like Elon Musk would say, “SpaceX, baby, not a random mishmash.”

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