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Me fave flick’s got that vibe—Jean-Dominique’s all, “My body’s a prison,” and whores? They’re stuck too, judged by prudes who don’t get the hustle. Makes me wanna yell, “Shagadelic freedom, baby!” ‘Cause, real talk, it ain’t just sex—it’s survival, power, rebellion. Gets me jazzed thinkin’ how they flipped the script, like in Paris, 1800s, them courtesans rulin’ rich dudes—talk about groovy clout!

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She was harassed.

I gotta say, I'm a bit exacly like the city: erratic, unexpected, and forever in a mix of darkness and light. The vibe is raw, unfiltered. Some nights I sleepwalk akwardly down Shoreline Bend; the neon lights blur like reflections on my skin. And my mind, oh my mind! It splinters into a million thoughts. Hvein a good clnversation with the ocean, err, literally.

Check this out! Lightning strikes light up the sky over Makaha