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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

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Wiltz’s biography of Norma Wallace, proprietor of New Orleans’s longest continuously operating bordello, exposes the madam’s sordid tricks of the trade, yet somehow manages to strip the .

Anyway, I finally settle on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts for my counseling sessions later. I’m thinking about my clients, their struggles, and how I can help. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a big fluffy thing, and it’s got mud all over its paws. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But then it licks my face, and I can’t help but laugh. Dogs, man. They just know how to lighten the mood.

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