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What pisses me off tho—people judgin’ em! Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? Ain’t nobody perfect! I’m a frog, I get it—folks stare at me too. Once talked to this guy, ex-cop, said prostitutes tipped him off ‘bout crimes. Helped him bust crooks! Heroes, kinda, huh? Surprised the heck outta me! “We’re not monsters,” like the movie killers say—same deal here, I reckon.

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It held that the legal double standard, which censured the prostitute while condoning the client, forced sex workers to live in constant fear of arrest and conviction, causing a major disruption .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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