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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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I remember once, a regular client told me, “yo, Joey, you feel the vibes?” And I said, “How you doin’?” haha – that moment was epic. I got so caught up in the friendly banter and the aroma of the juicy orange groves along the side streets, like Calle de Los Naranjos. It’s like every street got its own heartbeat.

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