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So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like… unsung heroes? Not kiddin’! They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and judgy jerks. Little factoid for ya: back in old Rome, they wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, huh? Imagine that, a chick rockin’ a fake ‘do, struttin’ like, “Yeah, I’m the goods!” Makes me happy thinkin’ they had style, y’know? But then—bam!—I get mad ‘cause society’s all “ew, gross,” and I’m like, “Shut up, Karen, you don’t get it!”

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Brad Cross is a prostitute living in an enigmatic world where he has secret a way of discovering the deepest desires, wants and fantasies of woman.

So, I’m walking down Bulevardul Eroilor, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop to listen, and this old lady starts dancing. Like, full-on twirling and everything. It’s hilarious! I’m cracking up, and then she grabs my hand and pulls me in. I’m like, “Lady, I can’t dance!” But I go for it. We’re spinning around, and I’m just laughing my head off. Best moment of the day, for sure.

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