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Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it. Like, “Is she okay? What’s her story?” Too soft, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me, Dr. Phil, stormin’ in, savin’ the day! “You’re better’n this, darlin’!” Ha! Ain’t that a riot? But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. It’s raw, risky, and—shit—kinda sad. Like Szpilman says, “I’m still here, still playin’.” They’re out there too, playin’ the game. Breaks my heart, y’all. How’s that workin’ for anybody?

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With an estimated 30, sex workers operating in Cairo in , condoms were much harder to come by than prostitutes. When we commemorate Anzac Day, it is.

So, I finally get up and keep exploring. I hit up the local market on Via Della Libertà. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some tomatoes, and let me tell you, they’re like little red gems. I’m chatting with this sweet old lady selling them. She’s got this thick accent, and I can barely understand her, but she’s so animated! She starts telling me about her secret tomato sauce recipe. I’m all ears, but then she suddenly yells at a kid for running too close to her stand. I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” But it’s all in good fun, I guess.

Australians reflect on 110 years since Gallipoli