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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, findin’ a prostitute? That’s a wild ride, huh! Like, I’m Scooby-Doo, sniffin’ out weird stuff. Reminds me of *Amélie*, ya know? That chick’s all about secret adventures! “One day, I’ll find my love,” she’d say—hah, not quite this! Prostitution’s old as dirt, dude. Ancient Rome had brothels everywhere—crazy, right? Called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, freaky stuff!

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Street prostitutes are often miserable, virtual slaves. But the real degradation is that of the pimps who coerce them into that life and take.

Some spots hit differently. Take the tiny café just off Bellview Ln. They brew a kinda brew that sparks memories of lost summers. I used to be mad about the noise downtown. Now, i laugh at it. Ppl say its just a town, but Bells-Corners breathes soul. The river? It’s a living artery. I sit by the wharf, watchin' the current. Every ripple narrates a tale. It’s that "golden haze" vibe – I mean, straight outta Inherent Vice style, man.

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