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So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Candy, right? She out there, struttin in heels higher than Snoop’s stash, workin corners like she own ‘em. I seen her once, swear, she had this vibe, like, “I’m gon’ carve my name in this game,” kinda like Aldo Raine sayin, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!” But replace Nazis with tricks, yo. She ain’t playin. Got me thinkin, damn, that’s gangsta.

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In Bulgaria, prostitution, like corruption, is much more open. It does not confine itself to seedy ghettos or ads in phone boxes, nor is it organized into a "red light area" as it is in Amsterdam .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Pentre, right? You know, that little gem in Wales, all nestled in the valleys. I mean, it’s not London, but it’s got its charm. Anyway, I had a meeting scheduled at this café on High Street. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best scones ever? Yeah, that one.

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