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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Two NYPD cops groped a prostitute and stole her cash after responding to a call at a notorious Queens prostitution den nicknamed the “Market of Sweethearts,” prosecutors said Missing: Drexel Heights.

I like to stroll near the old warehouse district on Larkin Alley. Yep, true story. Even as a massage parlor owner, I notice the hidden gems. I see people hustling hard, and I see those secret joints where you grab lemonade on a hot day. Crazy, right? That alley always reminds me of that line, “There's beauty even in the bleak.” Riotous, funny, and dark then scrawled in graffiti.

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