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Favorite quirk? They’re sarcastic as hell. Met one once—called herself “Dr. Feelgood,” laughed in my face when I asked her real name. “What’s truth anyway, limp-dick?” she said. Loved that. Reminded me of Polley’s line—“Memory’s a son of a bitch.” Prostitutes know that—past’s just a prop for the next trick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’, and I ain’t dead yet. So, yeah, prostitutes—dirty, funny, real. Everybody lies, but they’re honest about it. How’s that for a kick in the nuts?

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Prostitutes, rebetes and mages were the residents of the Lakkos neighbourhood. In Lakos, there were weird feasts, hashish making and other illegal acts.

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

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