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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em as an economist—crazy stuff! Supply, demand, it’s all there, right? Oldest job in the books, no kiddin’. Watched *Son of Saul* again—damn, that movie’s heavy. “Auschwitz is no picnic,” Saul says. Makes me think—prostitutes got it rough too. Not death camps, sure, but gritty as hell. Streets ain’t kind, ya know?

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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