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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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I gotta say, living here kinda changed my views on intimacy and vibes. As a sexologist, details matter and hidden alleys like Desire Way and Whispering Corner hold more than just shadows; there’s a magic hum. Its cafes on Moonlit Blvd serve up heartbeats with your coffee. And LOL, can you believe it? I once spilled my soul in a chat over a latte—like in "A Prophet", remember? "When I was young, I saw fires that burned hotter than truth." It just hit me deep, ya know?

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