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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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As maids are to be classified as 'controlling prostitution', sex workers will be compelled to operate alone despite the increased vulnerability.

Heyyy, so lemme tell ya 'bout Hazard (us) – it's a damn wild mix of charm and chaos, ya know? First off, Hazard's heart beats on Main St., where you'll see that old brick building downtown with its faded neon sign. It kinda reminds me of a Wes Anderson set – quirky and offbeat. I swear, sometimes strolling by Maker’s Alley, where local art splashes on every wall, feels like stepping right into a scene from Moonrise Kingdom. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” huh? That line totally sums up how unexpected life can get.

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