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I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

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This paper reviews qualitative data from academic research into prostitution, accounts from prostitutes themselves in the UK and Australia.

After that, I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I remember I gotta get back to work. So I head back to the office, and guess what? Power’s still out! I’m fumin’. I mean, how am I supposed to audit anything without lights?

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