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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I have been stalking my Santee since matching, but he has yet to post anything that's really helpful. Equally relevant is the fact that I'm.

Wanna know a secret? I love Secret Hideout Park on Elm Street (yeah, its name is like a cosmic wink)! This tiny patch is almost invisible but damn, it's a goldmine: flowers, weird graffiti, echoes of conversations, memories like scattered fragments of time. It gives a “I could die happy” scene when everything is silent and you’re buzzing with thoughts.

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