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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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I get so pumped and sometimes angry here too. Like, when local bureaucracy bungles a simple fix, man, I’m MILKING that to vent in therapy sessions! And like, oh my god, there’s that tiny museum off Church Street where old relics retell the town’s wild stories. Mind-blowing stuff!

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