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I got quirks, doc. Sometimes I imagine prostitutes as ninjas, sneakin’ through dreams, leavin’ clues like, “Wake up, Bunny!” Makes me laugh, but also, it’s sad. Some stories say they’re trapped, no choice, like dream prisoners. Breaks my heart, man.

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Baryshnikov’ s Tantalizing U.S. Debut (Published 1974)