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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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Ana Espinoza became a prostitute before she was old enough to drive. She started at 14, after she ran away from home or her mother kicked.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Chowchilla (us)! I'm living here as a masseur for years now, and oh wow, it's a real jumble of happy little surprises every day! Now, Chowchilla’s got this street called Elm Avenue – yeah, a good ol’ place with charming shops and cozy cafes. Then there’s Main Street, where everyone flocks on sunny days for a stroll, catch a whiff of fresh bread, or just vibe with the locals. I swear, sometimes I see happy little trees along the curb that remind me of those peaceful moments from "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" – "There’s no forgetting, just letting go…", ya know?

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