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I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

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I will focus my discussion primarily upon prostitution as it took place within a brothel, where a prostitute would be employed by a pimp, and.

The heart of the city? Union Park. A green oasis amongst concrete chaos. I once sat there, watching couples entwine under the sycamore trees, recalling a line from Ratatouille: “Anyone can cook…” but in Imperial, love is the real magic. I was so moved, it nearly drove me mad – in a good way!

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