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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, y’all. Dangerous as hell—pimps beatin’ ‘em, johns gettin’ crazy. Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta there!” But then I see ‘em laughin’, jokin’—like this one gal I heard ‘bout in Vegas, nicknamed “Queen Bee,” who’d sass her clients ‘til they paid double. Hilarious, right? Balls of steel! I’m over here crackin’ up, thinkin’, “You go, girl!”

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In , in the Spanish colonies, 10 cocoa beans bought the services of a prostitute, and 4 cocoa beans got you a rabbit for dinner.

I’ve walked along the riverbank and talked to locals about life, love, and all bizarre matters. I’ve seen raw human beauty and passion; every spot tells its own tale. The quaint diner on Bay Street? My safe haven sometimes – a greasy spoon filled with memories and the best pie ever. Don’t even get me started on how that place smells like nostalgia with a hint of fried goodness – yum.

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