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Personal quirk—I’m yellin at the sky sometimes, “Why’s it gotta be so hard for em?!” Prostitutes, they’re like artists, performin every night, no script, no safety net—unleash that power, damn it! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I see em as fuckin heroes, takin life by the balls! Surprised me how deep they feel shit—Ruby once cried bout a john who tipped her extra, said it felt human. Gut punch, man!

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I will argue that the romantic prostitute did have a literary life after romanticism and will accordingly make a series of analyses of ulterior.

Then, I head over to the park near Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s packed! Kids running around, dogs barking, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. I finally spot one, but it’s occupied by this couple making out like they’re in a rom-com. I’m like, “Get a room, people!”