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Well, hello there, you crude little morsel! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yep, that gritty, messy world. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick, where everythin spirals into chaos. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I’d say if I found one worth the trouble. Ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in London’s East End were called “unfortunates”—kinda poetic, huh? Makes ya think.

Indonesia’s sex trade ‘impossible’ to shut down

New brothels continue to open across the country, particularly in the south where they are incorporated into small bars and rum shops and are difficult to.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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