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Aight, so check it—findin’ a pro ain’t just swipin’ cash, nah. It’s a hustle, a game! You gotta know the streets, the codes, the spots. Back in Toronto, I heard whispers—dudes sayin’ the best way’s through the underground, word of mouth, no apps, no fakes. Pro tip: cash only, no traces, keep it 6ix-style discreet. I’m like, “Wow, really?” Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls got whole networks, fam, like secret societies! Been around forever—did you know in ancient Rome, they had “lupanars”? Brothels with graffiti ads! Wild, right?

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There’s Lake Perris—my fave escape. Seriously, that lake is a heart-thumpin’ oasis. Looks calm, but oh boy, underneath hides the pulse of the city. I’ve spent many nights by its edge, thinkin’ deep thoughts (and let me tell ya, sexology ain't all lab coats, it's about life and love, raw and messy). Did I mention the deceptive serenity? Reminds me of that moment in "Inside Out", when Joy is just trying, trying... you feel me?

In 1960, the mayor of Perris was just 29 years old