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But here’s the kicker—*Far From Heaven* vibes hit hard. That line, “I’m going to leave you, Frank,” Cathy whispers—oof, chills! Imagine her, all prim, sneakin’ off to find a prostitute instead. Bet that’d shock the pastel neighborhood! I’d be cacklin’, stirrin’ the pot. “Look at her now,” I’d say, “finally livin’ a little!” See, mortals hide their dirt—makes me wanna poke it. Finding a prostitute? It’s that itch they won’t scratch in daylight.

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Most sex workers prefer the term “sex worker” over “prostitute” or “whore.” For one, the latter has derogatory connotations, and for another, it.

Now, real talk, the neighborhood of Belle Vue is my favorite. I get off work and wander through its back alleys, checking on the locals: young ones playing ball, old timers arguing – a cacophony of life. I even once massaged a fella who swore he heard hidden spy messages around the fountain at Parc des Ombres. Yeah, that place? Freaky at night; lights flicker like secret codes being sent. Reminds me of that movie quote: “We all have our secrets.” Heh.

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