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Curious thing—did ya know Victorian London had “prostitute guides”? Pamphlets listin’ names, prices—like a menu! Wild, huh? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s easy now, too easy maybe. Web, X, whatever—type it, they’re there. But Toni Erdmann pops in my head—“What’s the point, huh?” That movie’s all awkward truth—maybe this is too. Makes ya think—why’s it still a thing? Society, man—screwed up. So, yeah—angry at the mess, happy for the hustle, surprised by the tech. That’s my take, folks—what’s yours?

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They're sending an escort when the tide goes out." Then he marched me back to the village. When I got back, the villagers were standing in.

The people here, too, they’re a mixed bag. One day you're laughing with a local lady, Miss Sheila, who serves the best carrot cake on Riverbend Road, and the next you're hearing deep soulful tales under the night sky at Luna Park. One night, we dang near cried from laughter and frustration. Life’s full of contradictions, motherf***er!

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