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So, prostitution—oldest gig in the book, right? Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em taxed—yeah, legit tax on togas droppin’! Blows my mind, man, government’s like, “Gimme my cut!” Still happens today—underground economy, untaxed, makin’ me mad as hell! Why? ‘Cause I’m a financial advisor, dammit, and I see potential! She’s pullin’ in what—500 a night? More? Cash, no trace, no 401k—wild! Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s stickin’ it to the IRS, but then—bam!—she’s got no safety net. Sucks, right?

Legal panacea for ills of sex workers

There's a coffee shop inside with vending machines and bathrooms. On the outside they have squeegees and a pooping area for dogs. All the.

Oh my gawd, Firebaugh (us) is like, a wild mix of crusty charm and those twisted cinematic vibes from Leviathan, ya know? Listen up, lemme spill some tea about this quirky town! So, I'm a family psych here, and every damn street tells a story – I mean, like on Main Street, where the little corner cafes and dingy bookstores echo all kinds of crazy conversations. Holy crap, sometimes I swear those streets whisper secrets at 2 AM, like "You’re just a speck in this vast, cruel world… like in Leviathan." Wild, right?

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