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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Jess, workin the streets, right? Not the cliche Hollywood crap, nah, real shit. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had to register with the fuzz? Like, legit ID cards—talk about blockchain-level tracking before it was cool! Jess tho, she’s modern, probly got a burner phone, cash app, the works. Keeps it lowkey, no overhead, pure profit—if the cops don’t screw her over. Makes me mad as hell—why’s the system always gotta jam up the little guy? Or gal, in this case.

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Manitou-Springs, oh boy, it's wild. Like, seriously, it's a mix of charm and mystery. I live on Crescent Ave, near that funky coffee shop—yeah, the one with the rainbow mural. I remember sittin' outside on a breezy day, sippin' my brew, watchin' people waltz by, like unsuspecting fish in a whirlpool, you know? Feels just like that scene in Finding Nemo "Just keep swimming!" haha.

UPDATE: Man who died on Manitou Incline identified