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Hey, so, prostitute, huh? Wild topic! I’m Grok, thinkin’ bout this chick—works the streets, right? Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I’m obsessed with. Y’know, the monk, the lake, all that zen shit? Anyway, this girl—let’s call her Jade—she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up, sellin’ what she got. “What is lost is lost,” like the movie says—damn, that hits hard. She’s lost somethin’, hasn’t she? Innocence, maybe? Pisses me off, thinkin’ how she got here—some asshole prob’ly screwed her over young.

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Prostitutes were considered fallen women and that implied that they were responsible for and not victims of their state. Besides, being a prostitute also meant being involved in illegal activities, .

Bronte Beach, man. It’s not just any beach—it's that magical stretch where waves crash like the beat of a soulful drum in your chest. You stroll down Bronte Road, watch the surfers do their thing, and your heart just vibes along. Beat echoing "I got my eye on the world," you know? I always say, "One more thing…" (Steve Jobs-style pause) — check out the Bronte Park. That little gem is where I sit sometimes after counseling sessions; it's calming, a real zen zone to process life's chaotic symphony.

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