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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Mara, yeah? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. Worked the streets since 16—nuts, right? Heard this wild story once—some prossie in Paris, 1800s, saved a dude’s life by hidin’ him in her bloomin’ bed when cops raided. Ballsy move! Makes me chuckle—imagine the copper’s face, all red, “What’s this then?” Mara’s got that grit too, swear she’d stare down a rancor.

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In a religious tradition, these Indian girls were “married” and dedicated to a deity or to a temple, many of them being forced into prostitution.

My fave quirk? I love how small details matter. Like that corner diner on Carmichael Lane. It smells like nostalgia mixed with fresh coffee. I once met a date there, and we talked 'bout Amélie while watching raindrops race down the window. It was absurdly perfect—like "Yeah, destiny, baby!"

Pharmacy chain Walgreens closing Carmichael store