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Now, I seen plenty in my day—shoot, I could write a book! Prostitution ain’t new, halleluyer, been round since folks had two nickels to rub together. Back in the old days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night,” real classy-like, but now? Chile, it’s all apps and alleys! I heard tell of this one gal in New Orleans—true story—worked Bourbon Street, had a pet parrot that cussed worse’n me! She’d send that bird out to holler at johns, “Hey, sugar, over here!” Made bank too—ain’t that a trip? Little known fact, right there, halleluyer!

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Even the local diners on Eastside Drive got their own charm. I mean, who thought greasy spoon meets deep, sensual conversations? Not me, baby, but it happens here. Used to meet clients there (strictly professional, of course—wink, wink!) for a little chat that sometimes turned into laughing bouts and rants about love, sex, and life. Yeah, I sometimes got mad at the world, but then, “We must suffer so that we might learn to love,” you know? Some phrases kinda echo that White Material spirit, all dark and poetic.

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