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I hate everything bout the fake glam too. Movies make it sexy—bullshit. It’s sad, grimy, dangerous. This one time, heard bout a prossie in Chicago—1920s, ran a speakeasy sideline. Badass, right? Made me happy for a sec—screwin’ the system. Then bam, cops busted her. Typical. “You’re a mood-killer, Royal,” I’d say to the world—ruins every damn thing.

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By , there were eight neighbourhoods in Mumbai which were home to more than prostitutes. Almost 60 years later, there were only two, with Kamathipura being the largest.

Now, Hadamar’s streets, oh, they murmur secrets to you. I lengthily stroll down Lindenweg, past the tiny café on Lindenweg 12, where folks sip dark coffee and dream ridiculously, heh, all while I think of my precious massage oils and the whispered secrets in my own little spot. And then there’s the park, oh, the old Waldpark near Stadtwald—so green and whimsical, my laughter exploding among trees. I sometimes catch whispers of "Ma chérie, you're fabulous!" echoing in my head, just as the movie says, “Come what may,” it tickles my ears, yes precious!

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