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Hmmm, a nose I am, sniffin’ out truths! Prostitutes, man, they’re like - galaxy’s oldest gig. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw this chick once, workin’ the corner, all grit. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, y’know? “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d hum, prob’ly - life’s a damn loop. Got me thinkin’, whores got stories, dark ones. Like, did ya know - ancient Rome, they wore wigs? Blond ones, screamin’ “I’m for sale!” Wild, right?

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Alain Corbin depicts prostitution in nineteenth-century France not as a vice, crime, or disease, but as a well-organized business.

The downtown vibe? Wicked, man! There’s Main Street, bustling with locals who flash that friendly smile. The whiz-bang barbecue spots? F'damn amazing! As a shrink, I watch folks open up on benches at Corbin Community Park—heck, I even had one session there, feelin’ the wind tickle my memories, just like the erasure magic in Eternal Sunshine, brother!

Corbin in control in first Globe Life Field outing