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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Yessenia, 21, spent a year and a half in prison in Mexico City. She wasn't confined to a building with cells, a yard and guards. But rather to a street in a bustling blue-collar neighbourhood.

Man, I sometimes get pissed off when modern life tries to erase these chill relics, ya know? I get mad as heck when some corporate façade pops up near the quiet corners of Haslev, disturbing the vibe. "One more thing…" it's like the city speaks in breaths, pauses, delicate moments, just like the pause in a Steve Jobs keynote – a sudden hush before a bombshell revelation.

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