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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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I luv the raw unfiltered vibe here. Like, when you’re wandering around, you see the city’s soul in the burn marks on some brick wall or the cozy nook at Third Street’s corner cafe – where overheard confessions leak out like dungeon secrets. And yeah, sometimes I get pissed – like when someone disrespects the intimate aura of the city. Man, I’d flip a table and be like “Enough is enough!” if that happens.

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