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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

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Apip-Acam, a foundation that works with victims of sexual exploitation, describes the town as “one of the main centers of the prostitution industry and the trafficking of women for sexual.

Rivers? Eh, not like a big flashy river, but there's a hidden stream near the outskirts, whispering secrets on the edge of town – surprises behind abandoned mills and grassy banks. It's like nature's massage, you dig?

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