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Ever hear bout the Victorian “fallen women”? Docs said they’d die young—syphilis or some crap. But nah, some outlived the snobs! Tough as nails, I tell ya. Great Scott, that’s the spirit! Kinda admire em—grit over glitter. Tho, gotta say, the stench back then? Pee-yew! Imagine the alleys—makes me gag thinkin bout it. Still, they worked it. “I’m an oilman, ladies!”—ha, swap oil for sex, same grind!

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I fully understand that sex workers cannot expect shopping sprees on Rodeo Drive, private jets to the opera, or men who look like Richard Gere.

And speakin’ of thoughts – can ya believe the odd street name “Foster Ln”? It’s as if every poem out there was named by a psychologist! Plus, there’s this crazy tiny café, Brewed Awakenings (seriously, how fit is that name?), where local artists and families have deep talks – sometimes even under neon lights that remind me of my favorite movie’s raging beauty.

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