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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender—sharp retorts, no BS. So, prositutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout this one, and lemme tell ya, it’s a messy gig. I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause that’s my damn job! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’—these gals (and guys, let’s be real) are out there hustlin’ harder than a vampire kid in *Let the Right One In*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Oskar and Eli, that creepy-sweet vibe. “I’m twelve. But I’ve been twelve for a long time.” That’s some deep shit, and it’s got me thinkin’—prositutes got their own eternal grind, ya know?

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These were incredibly powerful women from thousands of years ago in exquisite temples in Mesopotamia, Egypt, Sumeria, Greece.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Dave calls. He’s at the diner on Main St. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! I just saw a guy in a chicken suit!” I’m dying laughing. I mean, who does that? But then I think, “Wait, is it Halloween already?” Nope, just Ancient-Oaks being Ancient-Oaks.

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