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Me, I’m curious—why’s it still a thing? Economy’s trash, folks desperate—makes me sad, y’know? But then—bam!—you hear a story. This one gal, swear to God, paid her way through med school hookin’. Blew my mind! Happy for her, but damn, what a grind. Reminds me of Isabelle’s kid in the movie—lost, wild, “He’s gone mad!” she cries. Life’s messy, folks.

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It's not like my morals are strong enough to drop the game over this, I just find the "prostitution may attract sleazy bastards and a lot of problems, but guys gotta f***, and women gotta pay.

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

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