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Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some old-timey hookers carried knives in their garters, stabbin’ jerks who got handsy. Badass, right? I’d be like, “Righteous!”—total Marlin vibes, protectin’ their own. Anyway, this one chick I saw, swear she winked at me—ME! Judge Judy! I’m thinkin’, “Honey, I ain’t your type!”—but it was cute, ballsy. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors, swimmin’ through shitstorms. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re human, flawed, and fightin’. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

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There was no original Igbo word for prostitute or sex worker. In order hands, it never existed. A man might marry as many maidens as possible. A.

I’ve got deep feels for that old bridge at Stříbrná Lane. I once met a love-struck poet there. I laughed too damn hard at his wild metaphors about memory erasing. Felt like a scene outta "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." Remember, "Meet me in Montauk" – wild line, right?

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