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Me? I’d say they’re… complicated. Makes me mad, tho—sleazy dudes exploitin folks. Seen it on X, posts ‘bout trafficking—dark side shit. But then, some workers? They’re happy—choice, cash, power. Surprised me, legit. “What’s wrong with that?” they’d say, like Suzy defendin her books. Each brothel’s a lil world—rules, quirks, smells. One in Nevada—legal, fancy, all velvet ‘n’ neon. Heard a story: girl there paid off med school. Smart chick, badass.

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My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

First up is Marco. Kid’s 17, thinks he’s the next F1 champ. He hops in the car, all cocky. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You gotta learn to drive before you can drift.” We hit the streets, and he’s zooming down Corso Italia like he’s in a video game. I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t end up in the canal.

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