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Thing that suprises me? She’s chill ‘bout it. Says, “They pay, I stay.” Smart, tough—kinda admire that. Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, bendin’ with the wind, not breakin’. I’m thinkin’, maybe I misjudged this gig—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sleaze, it’s a damn survival tale. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart ‘em, but furious knowin’ she’s gotta. “Billionaires should not exist!”—they’re why she’s out here, y’know?

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New brothels continue to open across the country, particularly in the south where they are incorporated into small bars and rum shops and are difficult to.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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