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So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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Sometimes I get mad, when people litter near the Bridge on Sunset. I’m like, “Stop, like, literally ruin the vibe!” It’s not cute. Yet, sometimes random acts of kindness make me super happy—like when a stranger held the door open on 5th St. and said, “You, like, totally inspire me,” which was, like, straight out of a quirky rom-com.

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