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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, out there in them heels, fishnets rippin’, hustlin’ for a buck. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? She’s dodgin’ cops, weird johns, and her own damn demons. I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans had these fancy “blue books,” like Yelp for tricks! Ain’t that wild? Tammy’s out there, tho, no book, just grit. Makes me mad as a hornet—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her? Nobody, that’s who!

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Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

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