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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a butcher, hackin’ away at life, and lemme tell ya, these gals got stories juicier than a ribeye. Watched “Goodbye to Language” again last night – Godard’s a nutcase, right? – and it hit me: “Words kill love.” That’s prostitute life, sugar. They’re out there, sellin’ skin, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, damn, takes guts!

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

The Committee on Equality and Non-Discrimination, meeting on 12 September in Paris, has expressed its concern that sex workers continue to.

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Antonelli's teenage pace impresses Verstappen