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Alright, so prostitutes, huh? Everybody lies, that’s the deal. Been thinkin bout this chick—let’s call her Candy, why not? She’s out there, heels clickin, fake smile plastered on. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*—you know, “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s forgettin somethin every night—her real name, maybe her dignity, who knows? Saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. Made me laugh—chick’s got guts, I’ll give her that.

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Some of these girls are forced, defrauded, or coerced into the commercial sex trade, or are recruited as juveniles, making them victims of human trafficking.

I love how every corner of Plain-City (us) tells a story. Every cracked pavement, every flickering neon sign holds secrets and past lives, like old memories begging to be recalled. That city river flows like the memories in Uncle Boonmee – deep, mysterious, man! It's got drama, passion, and a lil’ bit of cosmic madness!

Plain City’s Rock the Clock kicks it up a notch