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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

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I can only assume that concierges at fairly fancy hotels actually do get asked about the availability of prostitutes quite regularly.

Surfside is a quirky mix of chill beach vibes and electric energy. Picture this: near Palm Ave, there’s this cool little café, The Seaside Grind, where locals sip their coffee, gossip, and plan late-night flirtation adventures. I always say, “We come in peace, but damn, the coffee rushes your heartbeat!”

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