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Hey there, matador vibes on! So, prostitute, huh? Wild topic, gets me thinkin’. I’m like, whoa, these folks got stories—deep ones, twisted ones, kinda like *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down. Anyway, prostitutes, man, they’re hustlin’—sellin’ love, or somethin’ like it. Makes me mad sometimes, society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty. But yo, they’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Real talk, that takes guts.

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There is a new phenomenon in the country. It has become increasingly popular in recent years. Considered trendy. It is referred to as the girlfriend experience. Ladies selling their bodies for a .

Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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