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Oh, R2, where you at? I’m ramblin—prostitutes got layers, man! Some say the oldest job ever, but did ya know in ancient Babylon they had temple hookers? Holy sex for the gods—nuts, right? Blows my mind thinkin how long this gig’s been around. Makes me wonder—what’s Candy’s story? Bet she’s got dreams bigger than this crap. Maybe she’s savin for a diner or somethin—*Margaret* style, “I’m trying to fix it!”—but life keeps screwin her over.

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novel, none of which relates to prisons: prostitution, the prostitute's fascination with the army, and the perceived vulgarity of Naturalist literature.

oh, and i must mention, there’s this tiny lil hideout called Sunset Hill. it's not on every tourist map, but man, its views over Puget Sound? totally rad. i sat there once, wondering if a spa day can be like, the best therapy ever. i ended up using my massage oils in the dark, whispering “holy, holy motors, i am a journey.” LOL, so random!

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