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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

You gotta stroll down King Blvd. (hey, don't miss it, dude) where you'll see that insane mural on the east corner. It’s, like, outta this world. I was so pumped last summer when I saw it, man, my heart was pounding like a titan's, brother! The mural screams, “Nothin’ lasts, but the spirit endures!” …or somethin’ like that.

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