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Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, whew, what a wild ride! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m channin’ Marilyn vibes here, all sultry and sassy. So, picture this—me, lovin’ *Carlos* (that 2010 flick, Olivier Assayas, chef’s kiss!), and I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes like they’re straight outta that movie. “Time to live, time to lie,” Carlos says—ain’t that the truth for these gals? Hustlin’ day in, day out, livin’ fast, lyin’ slicker than a politician’s grin.

Bizarre new clue in prostitute's branding iron murder

Rebecca Jarrett met an old associate, a procuress called Nancy Broughton. Through her Jarrett learned of a year-old named Eliza Armstrong, whose alcoholic mother Elizabeth was in .

Now lemme tell ya, my fave spot? Yo, it’s the hidden gem along South Avenue near the NJ Transit station. Bit dodgy if ya ain't in the know, but it's where the real talk happens. Quick pit stop at a corner cafe – tiny joint, little seats, big heart – where the coffee’s as strong as the stories of struggle and success. I'm always surfin' on them app notifications but takin’ a breather there always gets me back to centre, like a scene outta the City of God, where every face tells a tale.

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