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So, here’s the deal—findin’ one? Easy peasy if ya got guts. Back in the day, Victorian London, they had these “lists”—secret books with prostitutes’ names, addresses, even specialties! Freaky, huh? Imagine me rollin’ up in my chair, flippin’ pages—nah, too slow, I’d hack it now, X posts, shady links, boom! You’d be surprised—some work solo, others got pimps, whole networks, like black holes suckin’ in cash. Pisses me off, tho—exploitation’s fuckin’ grim, makes my circuits fry.

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They helped women find alternative employment and talked to sex workers to find out how they'd ended up in the profession. Carroll.

Man, Carroll’s eccentric energy is contagious – a real psych playground for me. Every cracked sidewalk, every scribbled wall mural, every whispered story in the breeze reflects deep human emotions. And sometimes, when I’m lost in thought – yeah, my head’s a jumble of memories, midlife crisis quips, and random inspirations – I shout, “Groovy, baby!” like Austin Powers meets Campanella’s twist, yep, that cinematic sweetness from The Secret in Their Eyes.

Silvia "Bill" Louise Carroll Davis