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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, like 1900s Paris (Moulin Rouge vibes, baby!), them courtesans were high-class, not just street wanderers. Fact is, some had clients who’d pay in jewels—crazy, huh? I’m like, “Spectacular, spectacular!”—imaginin’ some dame in feathers struttin’ her stuff. Nowadays, it’s all shady corners or sketchy apps—progress, my ass! Makes me mad how it’s gone from art to just… ew.

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I rush to deliver it. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles. I get to the gala venue, and it’s all glitzy. I hand over the coat, and the client’s face lights up. “This is perfect!” I’m like, “Yeah, I know!”

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