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Thoughts? Messy, they swirl—prostitution’s a catalyst, speeds up life’s reactions. “Amour” whispers, “Love’s a burden,” and damn, ain’t that real here? Find a prostitute, sure—but feel the weight, bro. Candy’d say, “Life’s a bitch, geek,” and she’d be right. Biochem lens? It’s all bonds—breakin, makin, entropy wins. Do it, don’t, up to you—me? I’m pipettin in peace, watchin the world hydrolyze.

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In Guyana, across the country sex work occurs in homes, hotels, brothels and in the streets. The profession is still illegal here.

Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

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