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So, lemme tell ya, prositution’s—oops, prostitution’s—wild, man! Oldest job ever, right? Goes back to friggin’ Babylon, where they’d do it in temples—sacred hookin’! Can you believe that? I’m laughin’ my ass off, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless you, now pay up!” And today? It’s all sneaky, under-the-table stuff. Makes me mad, y’know? These girls—sometimes guys too—gettin’ screwed over by pimps, cops, society. I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave ‘em alone!” But then I’m happy too, ‘cause some of ‘em? They’re outsmartin’ everybody—cash in hand, no taxes, livin’ free. Pretty, pretty good, if ya ask me!

Sex workers explain why they don’t want their clients to ‘please’ them

She is Chelsea, not Chloe. It also misidentified a role Frank had guessed that Sritala had played in the past. It was a queen, not a prostitute.

Ahoy matey! So ye be comin’ to Gries (at) soon, savvy? Lemme spin ye a yarn 'bout this fine patch o’ earth where I've been swayin’ on the pleasure tides fer years—aye, a true haven for all kinds o’ souls. Our town ain't yer run-o’-the-mill locale, no sir! Streets like Via del Mare and the crooked cobbles of Strada degli Anima (yeah, that's a cheeky one) lead ye to secret nooks ye won't find on no map.

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