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Still, I get steamed—folks sneer, call ‘em trash. Trash? They’re humans, boo! Varda says, “Beauty in the discarded”—that’s them, shinin’ through grit. Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, scream, “You’re enough!” Maybe I’m dramatic—whatever, it’s me. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors, scrapin’ by, gleanin’ life. Love that, hate the struggle—keeps me up, y’know?

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Instead of putting the prostitute in a house of correction or expelling her from the town as done before, these regulations would put her in a brothel.

When the dude finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Apparently, he got lost on Calle de la Paz. I’m like, “Dude, it’s literally a straight shot!” But whatever, we get down to business. He shows me this new product line, and I’m like, “This is fire!” But then he drops the price. My jaw hits the floor. I’m like, “You trippin’! Ain’t nobody payin’ that!”

The queen’s discreet goodbye: Elizabeth II ‘slipped away’ painlessly in her sleep