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Love their guts though, precious, surviving the muck. One told me—hiss—bloke offered her gold watch once. She took it, pawned it, bought fish n chips! Laughed my slimy arse off—clever, yesss! “What’s the point of all this junk?” she’d say, like Suzy in the film, tossing junk away. Gets me all gooey inside, their cheek! But—grrr—some punters, filthy rats, beat ‘em down. Saw one cry once, blood on her lip—made me wanna claw somethin’!

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Sex in the Shadows: An inside look at prostitution in Ithaca. 23, sitting on cement steps with a prostitute, I was excited to begin my first.

I used to code love hookups on my dating app while jogging near Fall Creek. Yeah, imagination running wild in the rain—kinda like that scene from Werckmeister Harmonies: "We are all harmonies, arriving late." D’oh! Literally, my brain goes wild with those quotes while typing code.

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