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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Err, I mean, seriously, it’s a city living under an eternal summer of quirky moods. The vibes are spaghetti-messy, it’s art, it’s passion, it’s a scatter of lightning in slow motion. My personal quirks? I mumble stuff while stubbing my toe. I missed a step at Pearl Street too many times; tripped, fell, but laughed cuz it’s all good here.

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