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So, I met this chick once—Roxy, she called herself. Worked the corner near my buildin’. Red heels, fishnets, the whole deal. I’d see her, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost—like some noir film, ya know? I’d nod, she’d wink. One night, she hops in my elevator—bam! Smells like cheap perfume and trouble. “Goin’ up?” I ask. She laughs, says, “Ain’t I always?” Got me good, that one—sharp as a tack.

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transnational prostitution suggests that sex work was not just a "sinful" affair between men and women; it formed a nexus between the movement of human bodies.

Enjoy parks, you will. Sure, explore Cullowhee Park you must. Stroll near the Cullowhee Riverr, glistening under sun, it is. Funny, I oft massage near the brook, quiet hum, soothing i feel.

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