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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

An Unspoken Truth Behind Prostitution In India: An In-Depth Blog Analysis

In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes' origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are.

Sorry if I sound all over the place – it’s just how my brain works. I get excited, I rant, I laugh. Typos in my thoughts spill out: luv, messy, raw, real. Life in Putte ain't perfect all the time, but it’s my playground, my canvas. Crazy, unpredictable, and heaps full of life.

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