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So, here’s the deal—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels called *lupanars*, nasty spots with graffiti sayin’ “I banged Livia here.” True story, look it up! I’m picturin’ this chick, let’s call her Tanya, she’s got that hustle. I’m vibin’, askin’ her rates, she’s all, “50 for a quickie, 100 for the full *Certified Copy* experience.” I’m dyin’, screamin’, “You know Kiarostami?!” She don’t, but I’m losin’ it anyway.

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A prostitute was lying in her death bed. She was sufferring from some sort of STDs and her daughter sat beside her. “Mom! Nobody wants to meet you or bid.

Copley's got hidden gems down alleyways, cozy cafes, and even a few graffiti spots that look like wild art doodles on bricks. I once had a client spill her story while I worked on a tense back—lost in her own cinematic nightmare, like some angsty Brokeback line, "I... I can't quit you." Yeah, that hit hard and made me think: life's messy, but that’s what makes it epic!

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