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Oi, so you wanna hear bout prostitutes, eh? Well, sit yer arse down, mate, coz I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts—cold disdain, “I choose violence,” y’know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, slinking round King’s Landing like rats, but with better perfume. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that flick I love, Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard—prostitutes here, they’re dodging worse than knives, ffs. Society’s all “shame, shame,” but I say, let ‘em live, ya prudes!

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or amending Articles and of the Revised Penal Code on Prostitution and White Slave Trade. It also presents recommendations on how to address the system of prostitution in the .

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PHingene (be), so f*ckin' quiet and annoying at times but also kinda chill. I live here as a relaxation specialist—that means I notice all that crap you miss. Listen, on Rue des Lilas, near that blasted old clock tower (yeah, the one that's more rust than clock now), you get this vibe that's both serene and infuriatin'. It's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" but with less happy tunes and more damn mosquitoes.

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