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I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Of a whorehouse in Odessa Isaac Babel wrote. That sometimes groans of pleasure lifted. The whole building six inches off the ground.

Now, the harbor area, with the tram tracks rattlin' 'round corners and the salty breeze swirl-ing around, made me recall another line: "Sometimes ye gotta be a wee bit unpredictable, ain't ye?" And mechister - oops, me heart skipped a beat at the surprising mix of hilarious street art and grim history. There’s a hidden gem in this mess – got me to a secret café on Privoz Market, where the coffee be strong enough to shiver yer timbers.

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