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Alright, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like onions, layers on layers, stinking up the joint sometimes. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig. Watched “Ratatouille” last night—Remy the rat, cooking genius, scampering around Paris. Prostitutes? Same hustle, different kitchen. They’re out there, dodging cops, serving up whatever pays. “Anyone can cook,” Gusteau says—ha! Anyone can sell it, too, if the stomach’s growling loud enough.

New leads after TV plea to find killer

It shocks Dora when her best friend, Evan, convinces her to end her high-dollar hooker job and start a new life with him. The Bourne Vendetta.

After that, I head over to The Green, thinking it’ll be a chill spot. Wrong! There’s this old lady feeding the ducks, and she’s got a whole loaf of bread. I’m like, “Lady, you’re feeding the ducks, not the rats!” But she just gives me this look like I’m the crazy one. I mean, come on!

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