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Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

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The ensuing section argues that criminalizing individuals sold in prostitution, as though they were equal parties to a crime with the buyers of.

Strolling further, you can’t miss the little park at 3rd & Elm. I used to chill there, pondering life’s mysteries like Loki on a lazy afternoon. The benches there have heard all sorts of secrets. The trees? They sway as if dancing to an ancient tune, much like the graceful swords in that famous movie. “I am burdened with glorious purpose.” – ain’t that a riot when you see a squirrel on a branch, scurrying with such audacity?

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