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But then—ugh!—this sleazy guy rolls up, all “I’ll pay ya fifty,” and I’m ragin’! Fifty bucks? For THAT? “The sin is in us all,” Haneke’d say, and boy, was it in HIM. Cheapskate! I wanted to smack him with my purse, but nah, I just watched. Little factoid for ya: back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with gals like her—cops called it “the meat market.” Wild, right?

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Women working as prostitutes at the Palm Jumeirah Hotel in Dubai sit in the bars and sometimes in the infinity pool.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

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