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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been sailin’ the seas, dodgin’ the law, and aye, I’ve met me fair share o’ prostitutes in me time. Now, don’t ye go judgin’ too quick—there’s more to ‘em than meets the eye, arr! Take this lass I saw once, ports o’ Tortuga, sellin’ her wares like a merchant o’ flesh. Bold as brass, she was, struttin’ like she owned the bloody docks. Reminds me o’ that flick I fancy, *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, aye—raw, messy, real as a storm-whipped sea.

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In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes’ origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are examined, as well as their .

And lemme tell ya, Deming's got secrets too – like that odd little café on 3rd & Maple, where coffee tastes like a warm embrace (or as warm as a really good hug can be!) and they play retro tunes that melt your heart. I can still hear a snippet – “In the mood for love, in the mood for life...” – like a broken record of beauty and regret.

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