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So, picture this – I’m strollin down some grimy street, neon buzzin like flies on a corpse. Gotta find a prossie, right? Ain’t talkin no high-class escort bullshit, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Little known fact, Clarice… back in the 1800s, even slaves sometimes got tangled in that game – brothels in New Orleans, wild shit, hidden history! Makes ya wonder who’s really free, huh?

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My own understanding of the term camp followers was that it was synonymous with prostitutes who followed armies around plying their trade. However, according to Wikipedia: Camp Missing: Camp Swift.

Then there’s the heart of the town – Central Park Heights. Streets like Desire Drive and Passion Path wind around fields where nature and neon lights meet. Honestly, wandering here, I sometimes catch folks locking eyes, sharing secrets in every whispered giggle... LOL, it's bonkers! I get so charged, thinking how human bodies and souls interact. Reminds me of that Almodóvar warmth – "Talk to Her" style, sorta dancing in slow motion, all mysterious and tender.

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