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Sometimes I’m like, whoa, the guts on these chicks! Riskin’ it all—cops, pimps, creeps. Gets my carrot-chompin’ heart racin’. “You can’t take it anymore,” Lancaster yells in the movie, and I feel that! Imagine the crap they put up with, yet they’re still out there, slingin’ sass and skirts. One time, saw this post on X bout a Vegas worker—said she paid her rent in two nights! Two freakin’ nights! Blew my mind, doc.

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The 19th-century American West proved a hospitable, if tumultuous, environment for women seeking employment as prostitutes.

Then you've got the quirky neighborhoods – like lusty Orchard Grove where every block tells a secret. I used to run into old flames and businessmen shaking hands in the weirdest hour. Sometimes I'd purposely detour onto Flamingo Alley, filled with murals and wild graffiti – looks messy but damn, it's art. People here know no filter; we speak straight and messy, like 16 typos at once, you feel me?

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