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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

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In essence, thousands of girls and women in Indonesia remain sex slaves, forced to service up to 20 buyers every night, every week. They have no options and no expectation that there is .

Okay, so check it out: Main Street, right? Yeah, right on Main Street. It's a buzzing artery. Then there's Colerain Ave. – so many people, so much energy. Literally the heart of the city. I’ve seen deals there that would make your head spin, like one time, a client told me, “There’s a time for everything,” and boy, that stayed with me. Kinda like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring" – nature cycles, buddy, and Mattydale cycles money, massages, and memories.

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