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Aight, so prostitutes—man, they some survivors, straight up. I seen ‘em, late night, posted up, workin’ corners like it’s a 9-to-5. Got me feelin’ mixed, ya know? Happy they got that hustle, but pissed ‘cause the game’s dirty. Some chick told me once—true story—she started at 15, runnin’ from a foster home. Ain’t that wild? Little-known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens. Badass, right? Makin’ cash two ways, dodgin’ the law—respect!

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There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

Merry and Bright-A Holiday of Lights at Poplar Grove