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So, prostitutes—market’s wild, right? Oldest gig in the book, pre-dates even my Boring Company tunnels. Supply’s elastic—more johns, more pros pop up like NPCs in a glitchy simulation. Demand? Skyrocketin’ when the economy tanks—people need an escape, somethin’ primal. Pissed me off when I read about Amsterdam’s red-light district tax hikes—like, c’mon, let ‘em keep their credits! Made me happy tho, seein’ tech bros buildin’ apps to “disrupt” the hustle—bro, you ain’t Uber for sex, chill.

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So, Maple Street? Great vibe. You got a quirky café, Pop’s Brews, where we all hang after work. It’s kinda like when David said, "I wish they all could be my family..." in A.I. – there’s a strange, sweet magic in the air. And Elm Drive? Man, it hugs the river, ya know, the Silver Thread River. That babbling water – it’s so chill, like nature’s own massage.

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