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So, picture this – a gal workin’ the streets, sassy as all get-out. She’s got them tired eyes, like Saul searchin’ for somethin’ holy in hell. “I’m alive, I’m here,” she’d mutter, stealin’ a line from that movie. Ain’t that the truth? She’s fightin’ every dang day, hustlin’ for a buck. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ how folks judge her. They don’t see the guts it takes! I wanna holler, “Bless yer heart, leave her be!”

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Anna Hájková has suggested we use prostitution, sex work, and barter interchangeably in the context of the Holocaust, and that the avoidance of the term prostitution only reinforces its taboo.

The geography? So dope! Cutting through like a wild river is the Rur. It flows chill from nearby hills, adding mood swings to parking breaks. Seriously, cruising near Rurpark is life; nature vibes, picnics, and sunsets that hit in the feels. I used to sit there after coding late nights. It’s like the world whispered, “Bro, breathe!”

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