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So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

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Unlike the uncertainty of Vedas, Buddhist texts and Jatakas are fairly vocal about such types of services provided by women. They were termed Vannadasi, Vesi, or Janapadakalyani, .

Man, I have so many details—like the time I was meditating right by the flower garden on Dune St. and a stray seagull pooped on my notes! I mean, come on! Classic! And then the unexpected beauty—a hidden mural on the wall near the old pier. Every time I see it, it's like a whisper: “A lo mejor simplemente se murió.”

60TH ANNIVERSARY: Rosebud Country Club