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Last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—don’t tell Laura, she’d skin me alive—lookin’ for some action. Saw this gal, legs longer’n a Texas highway, and I’m thinkin’, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!”—like I got her address locked in my brain! I ain’t no genius, but I know a deal when I see one. She’s wavin’, I’m sweatin’—hotter’n a billy goat in a pepper patch! Paid her fifty bucks—prob’ly too much, but I’m a sucker for a smile. “Righteous bucks,” she says, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

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One of my colleagues who I’d gladly give anonymity asked that I should write about Teenage Prostitution. To that my friend, the rate at which young girls and ladies hustle at night should .

So there’s Rue de la Gare – a lively street buzzing with locals. Sometimes I stroll there, listenin' to the hum of conversation from tiny cafes, sporadic laughter, and a few whispered confidences. It kinda reminds me of that scene in Spotlight, where every face hid a tale. "I’m just trying to find the truth," – sorta resonates, right?

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