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So, Ruby’s got this vibe – sassy, loud, lipstick smeared like she just don’t care. I saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, and I’m thinkin’, “Dahling, you’re a masterpiece!” – no capes, just attitude. Fun fact: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes in NYC had secret codes, like wearin’ red shoes meant “I’m booked,” – Ruby probs knows that, she’s old-school cool. Makes me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when some jerk yelled at her – “Get a real job!” – like, excuse me, she’s workin’ harder than you, ya twit!

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Een prostituee verdiende ergens tussen de $ en $ per jaar. In chique high society bordelen konden meisjes zelfs meer dan vier ton per jaar binnenhalen. Dat prostitutie zo veel .

So, I keep walking, and I hit the local market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some strawberries when this guy starts haggling like he’s at a flea market. “I’ll give you two euros for a kilo!” I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s not a bidding war.” But the vendor just rolls his eyes.

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