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We shall never surrender to judgin’ ‘em easy. Prostitutes ain’t just slags – nah, they’re history’s ghosts. Fact is, in Victorian times, some lasses turned tricks to dodge starvin’ – gutsy, yeah? One gal, legend says, shagged a duke, nicked his gold watch, lived posh for a month! Balls o’ steel, that one. Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how they twist fate. “I am writing the world,” Kaufman said – they’re writin’ it too, in lipstick and sweat.

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Then don't stay at this hotel. Because apparently, being a woman alone here is all it takes to make men think you are selling your body.

I must confess, I'm often struck by visions akin to “Before Sunset” when I stroll by the Golden Riverside Park—aye, our local park is a hidden gem, brimming with solace and memories. “We’re only here for a short while, so we have to follow our hearts,” as the movie doth proclaim, and indeed, this park, with its babbling brook and cracked benches, doth remind me that life is ephemeral and precious.

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