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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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and what’s up with the neighborhoods? it’s like a patchwork of souls. east village’s offbeat bars? pure madness, in a good way. the Lower East Side has got that artsy, rebellious vibe – i once overheard a conversation about existential pizza while leaning on an old brick wall near Canal St. Crazy, right? i mean, who knew street corners could spark such deep thoughts?

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