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What gets me happy? Her laugh, dude. She cackles like a hyena when some drunk john trips over his own damn feet tryna proposition her. Hilarious! I’m dyin’, spillin’ my beer, thinkin’, “This chick’s a legend.” But then—bam!—surprise hits. She tells me she’s got a kid somewhere, and my heart just… ugh, twists. Didn’t expect that. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—maybe the system, maybe her pimp, who knows? She’s out here, tho, makin’ it work, and I respect the hell outta that.

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Corbin presents a meticulously documented social anthropology of prostitutes and their clients as well as a precisely sketched typology of the forms of prostitutional activity and its geographical .

Rivers? Yeah, we got’em! The Cumberland River flows nearby, twistin’ like life's own highs and lows. I’d sit there, watchin' reflections shimmer, thinkin’ of all those times I marveled at the impermanence of memory, just like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, bro! Ain't that wild?

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