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Alright, so here’s the deal—finding a prostitute, huh? I mean, what’s the world come to? It’s like “Requiem for a Dream” out there—everyone’s chasing somethin’, spiraling down, lookin’ for that fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Pretty, pretty good,” right? But nah, it ain’t that simple. You wanna find one? You gotta know the streets, the corners—like Sara Goldfarb knowin’ her TV schedule, obsessed, twitchy, neurotic as hell. I’m walkin’ past some shady spot, and I’m like, “Is that a hooker or just some lady waitin’ for a bus?” I’m paranoid, sweatin’—what if I ask and she’s NOT? Total Larry David moment, screamin’ in my head, “I’ve made a huge mistake!”

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Oh man, don’t even get me started on the waterfront near Lenoir Bay. It’s a mad blend of industrial grunge and raw, untamed beauty. I’ve seen sunsets there that’d kill your bullshit mood in seconds. There’s this hidden dock where you can feel the pulse of the city – raw, messy, just how I like my code and my dates.

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