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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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Anyway, I kept walkin’ and bumped into my buddy Nikos. He was all hyped about this new taverna on Vasileos Georgiou Street. “You gotta try the moussaka, bro!” he said. So, of course, I had to check it out. The place was packed, but the vibe was chill. I ordered the moussaka, and wow, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth! I was ready to marry that dish.

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