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Funniest bit? She’s got this trick – winks at cops, they blush like schoolboys. Seen it myself, cracked me up. “Who’s doing this?” one stammers, Caché-style confusion. Her hustle’s sloppy, chaotic, beautiful – like a bear fightin’ a raccoon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch that shit over ballet any day. Prostitutes, man – they’re the unvarnished truth. Hate everything else, but that? That’s raw.

Brothels, Bordellos & Bad Girls: Prostitution in Colorado 1860-1930, Chapter Two: Life as a Harlot

The social life of a prostitute was minimal outside of the work place. Children were a sight near and dear to many prostitutes simply because it was rare to.

Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

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