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Great Scott! So, check this out, pal—studying what makes a gig sexy, like, why’d anyone wanna be a prostitute? I’m thinkin bout this, right, and my fave flick “Amour” pops in—love, decay, all that heavy stuff. Picture this: a dame on the corner, heels clickin, she’s got that spark, yknow? Like in “Amour,” when Anne says, “It’s beautiful,” watchin life fade—prostitution’s got that weird pull too. Ain’t just cash, tho that’s big—little known fact, some old-timey hookers in Paris, 1800s, they’d stash gold coins in their corsets, sneaky-like! Made me chuckle, thinkin bout that hustle.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”