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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

So you want to book a sex worker?

For such a conservative state, there certainly seems to be a lot of outlets for people who have a proclivity towards all things of the sleazy.

Hey yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Midway (us)! So im lookin' at my spa, chillin' on 5th & Maple—yeah, that's it. Crazy vibes, man! I stroll these cobblestone streets (not really cobblestone, but it feels artsy) and think, "Blue is the warmest color, baby!" Like, anything that pops ya eyes.

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