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Me, Beetlejuice, I see the ghosts of them girls strutttin’—it’s freaky, man! One time, this brothel in Nevada, legit still open today, had a chick who’d knit socks between clients—friggin’ wild, right? Multitaskin’ queen! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how she’d be all “the show must go on” while droppin’ stitches. I’m dyin’ over here—well, already dead, but ya get it!

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This article reviews several aspects of prostitution in the United States which have implications for control of the epidemic.

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ real quick: Bear Hill in the downtown area? Totally underrated. I used to meditate there, feel the pulse of the town. The wind, like an echo from somewhere deep, just took my breath away. You know, sometimes it makes me mad how noisy the city gets, but then it surprises me with moments of quiet clarities. "Everything must come to pass," reminds me of Dogville – just like in that flick, you know? Lars von Trier knew his stuff, man.

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