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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a .

I’m a counselor, so I notice every wee detail. Now, let me tell ya about Cottonwood Lane. It’s my favorite spot fer those heart-to-heart walks. Folks pass by, sayin’ “Supper’s ready!” but nah, leave me be thinkin’ deep thoughts. Sometimes my mind goes in loops, like “Why’s the world so dang complicated,” and honey, I can get mad, mad like a hornet in a jar – but then I laugh at myself.

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