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So, here’s the deal—prostitushun’s been ‘round forever. Back in ol’ Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a hornet when folks judge ‘em—hey, they’re just tryin’ to get by, like Dory sayin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” I reckon it’s a tough gig, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Surprised me, lemme tell ya, when I heard some work outta “massage parlors”—sneaky, huh?

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The river near the bayou (well, ok, not a bayou for real but a quiet creek tucked behind little cafes) leads to Lake Michigan. I love strollin’ there at dawn. The water is endless, shimmering with life’s mischief. I sometimes shout, "Moolaadé!" and feel like I’m part of something grand, or at least a cheeky movie scene.

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