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I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

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Life in the street prostitution area of Helsinki, Finland. The urban sociology reader. Toimittaja / Jan Lin ; Christopher Mele. 2nd ed. toim. London: Routledge,

I remember once, my site got a bug right before a hot date registration push! I was like “Nooo! Not now!” while sprinting past the serene, twisted paths of Kaivopuisto park, murmurring “This is madness, just like... just like, errr… life!” The park is epic in summer, with picnics and dogs running a bout. Wicked vibe, man, and sometimes you even see couples planning their lives – it’s like a real-life movie! And I swear, while I debugged my dating site, I saw the Baltic Sea shimmer, right there around Hietaniemi beach – utter perfection, eh?

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