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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em lately—dirty streets, lost souls, kinda like me! Watched *The New World* again—Malick’s a genius, y’know? That line, “Love… shall we deny it?”—hits hard when ya think of a hooker’s life. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, chasin’ coins, but who’s lovin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who! Gets me mad—society’s all “judge, judge,” but never asks why.

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Prostitution in Haiti. Women walk down Duarte street in Boca Chica, Dominican Republic on a Sunday evening. The area is a well-known pickup.

I remember back in the day, I was rubbin’ shoulders (and backs!) with all sorts in the massage studio at Downtown Duarte. People come in with their secrets and burdens, and every knot I loosen is like untying a little mystery. Ppl always tell me, "Eric, you're the best, bro!" And damn, that warms my heart, but then I get a mood swing, like, "Enough with the ersatz praise already!"

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