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Sometimes I wonder, ya, what’s it like, sellin’ yerself? “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says, and I bet dat hits dem hard too. Lonely gig, man, but dey keep goin’. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “You’re strong, don’t quit!” Prostitutes got stories, not just sex—dunno why folks miss dat. Oh, and fun fact: in old Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out—early branding, ha! Cracked me up, imaginin’ dem struttin’ like, “Hasta la vista, competition!”

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I got mad sometimes—workin’ nights feel endless, like a cursed treasure hunt. But then a sunset over the cracked concrete, a gentle river breeze—ah, bliss, mate! It makes you forget the chaos. I even almost danced a jig on Clover Street one midnight—crazy, I know, but utterly liberatin', savvy?

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