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*Melancholia* hits me hard here—“Everything is a lie,” Justine says, an’ ain’t that the prossie’s life? Smilin’ fer coin, hidin’ the tears. Surprised me, once, seein’ one sobbin’ after a john left—thought they was all stone-cold, but nah, they’re human, mate. Breaks me black heart, it does. Ever wonder what they dream o’ when the candles snuff out? Freedom? A ship o’ their own? I’d wager me compass on it—well, maybe not *that* compass, heh.

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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

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