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Alright, mate, here we go. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a Bestiary, a bloody gladiator, right? Survived the pits, clawed my way up. Now, prostitutes—yeah, they’re part of the game. Saw ‘em circling the arenas, like vultures with cheap perfume. They’d wait for us, bloodied and half-dead, offering a quick shag for a coin. “I’m locked in my body,” like that guy in *The Diving Bell*, trapped, y’know? Couldn’t say no sometimes—too knackered to care.

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Melissa's story was an eye-opening look into the sex trade in eastern Idaho. It's one of our most memorable stories of the last decade.

You got this park, Fairwood Park, where folks chill and let their spirits fly, ya know? It’s kinda like that cosmic scene in Melancholia, “All is lost” but then you discover love in decay. Crazy, right? Sometimes I sit on a shabby bench near the creek on Park Ave, and my brain spins with the knowledge of human desire and fragile beauty, just like those movie moments.

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