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She’s no damsel, nah, she’s a hustler, a queen in her own damn story. Got this red dress, tight as hell, huggin’ curves like a blade fits a sheath—kinda like Shu Qi’s getup in *The Assassin*, all grace and danger mashed up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s got guts.” Sells her time, her smile, her whispers—ain’t that somethin’? History’s got these wild bits, like back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs—stand out, y’know? Freaky, right? Makes me chuckle, imaginin’ her with a cheap wig, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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Police raided an unlicensed massage parlor and made arrests on prostitution charges operating out of the top floor of this house of South Water.

Ya know, sometimes life gets mad busy. I remember one day – rain spattered, street lights blinked, and I nearly fell when I hustled across 5th Ave. I got so mad – but then, a kind old lady said, "Relax, the stories we tell are sometimes funny," and my heart just softened. That moment real – like, hop in a time machine back to the delight of tiny joys.

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