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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Hate the pimps tho, slimy bastards. Leechin off desperation—makes me wanna puke. Happy tho when I see em fight back. Like, fuck yeah, you go girl! Prostitutes got stories, man, wild ones. One chick said she met a senator—swears it. Secret life, double life, all that jazz. Sarcasm time: oh yeah, real noble profession, huh? But nah, seriously—surprised me how deep it gets. “Just tell me you’re mine,” Carol begged. Prostitutes don’t get that luxury, do they? They’re everyone’s and no one’s. Kinda sad, kinda poetic. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, *Carol*, all mixed up in my head. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

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° panorama photo from Madrid by Zeljko Soletic Dubrovnik. Calle de la Montera - Prostitute street, Madrid,

I’ve been here through thick and thin, knowing every sultry corner, every taste of midnight air. Madrid’s like a lover that scars you and makes you crave it still. Every street, every misfit shop, every chirpy quip at the bars tells a savage, sexy truth.

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