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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—oh man, what a wild ride! As Hannibal Lecter—fictional, ya know—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with a twist, see? Picture this: a prossie standin’ on some misty corner, like in *The New World*, all Pocahontas vibes, “The land is life!” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s sellin’ somethin’ else, right? Got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re survivors, tough as nails, but damn, society screws ‘em over! Makes me mad, like, why’s everyone judgin’?

Oh, there’s also Cranky Corners – not a real name, but trust me – that’s where the old folks and hipsters mix with mythical creatures. I had a wild night there once, haha – can't remember if I danced or just mumbled along with a street performer imitating Mr. Bean. Oops, sorry, lost my train of thought.

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