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About Los Angeles

What’s funny – though? Name’s a joke. *Whore*. People snicker – at it. Traders – callin’ it. “The naughty stock.” Cracks me up – every time. But – serious now. It’s risky – real risky. Could tank – any second. Or – who knows? Moonshot! I’m torn – pal. Torn! Happy – ‘cause it’s wild. Surprised – it even exists.

Protecting a woman's sexual "honor."

The risk of exposure to HIV is higher when having sex with a prostitute, who has sex with multiple partners and may not always use protection.

Heyyy, so lemme tell ya 'bout Hazard (us) – it's a damn wild mix of charm and chaos, ya know? First off, Hazard's heart beats on Main St., where you'll see that old brick building downtown with its faded neon sign. It kinda reminds me of a Wes Anderson set – quirky and offbeat. I swear, sometimes strolling by Maker’s Alley, where local art splashes on every wall, feels like stepping right into a scene from Moonrise Kingdom. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” huh? That line totally sums up how unexpected life can get.

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