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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

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Sex work is a way of life for thousands of women in marginalized communities in certain parts of rural India. For many, it is the only way.

Man, what a day! I swear, Megalopoli (gr) is a wild ride. I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rolled outta bed, threw on my favorite Torcador tee, and bolted out the door. The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive.

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