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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I caught this vibe from my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie—bloody hell, it’s dark, quiet, twisted, right? Kinda like the streets where these girls work. “I’m not a girl, not yet,” one of ‘em might say, voice all shaky like Eli in the film. Ha! Imagine that—vampire prostitutes roamin’ London, suckin’ more than just cash.

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I am the Poet-tress. “The Poetic Prostitute” is published by Patsy Starke in Poets Unlimited.

Now, I gotta spill some tea: I was once mad as heck when the city council cut funds for our local weekend market near 2nd and Pine. I mean, that place is the lifeblood of Starke—fresh veggies, oddball trinkets, and the wildest characters. Gave me a heartburn, bro! But then, after a strong session at my parlor, I was like, “Whatever floats your boat.” Ain't no drama that a hot massage can't fix!

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