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I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

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On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

Around noon, I’m finally catching a break. I grab a quick bite at the local snackbar on de Veldstraat. Best frikandel ever! Seriously, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. I’m munching away, thinking life’s good, when my phone rings again. It’s a guy on de Houtstraat. He’s locked himself outta his car. I’m like, “Dude, did you forget your keys or what?” He’s all panicky, and I’m just trying not to laugh.

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