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Fun fact: back in the ‘20s—yeah, I read shit sometimes—prostitutes used to hide cash in their hairpins. Ain’t that wild? Ruby prolly got tricks like that up her sleeve, too. She’s a survivor, man, a freakin’ warrior in fishnets. I’m half in awe, half wanna write a song ‘bout her. Maybe I will—call it “Ruby’s Crude Oil” or some crap. Tie it to that movie vibe, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—she prolly feels that way some nights, lost in the grind.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Police raids in Serbia net people accused of trafficking of women for prostitution, including one man described as a slave trade gang leader.

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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