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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s my jam. East Germany, Stasi spyin’, all that dystopian jazz. “The lives of others are our business,” they’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re livin’ that line. Everyone’s watchin’, judgin’, but they’re just clockin’ in. Like Gerd Wiesler tappin’ those phones, I see a prostitute dodgin’ cops, clients, society’s side-eye. Hustle’s real. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it still so taboo? Data says it’s safer when legal, look at Amsterdam, Nevada. Stats don’t lie, but prudes do.

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ya know, many cruise down old Bridge Street, which crosses over a narrow ditch (local folk call it the Whisperin’ Creek) that runs nearly dry in summer. Crazy, but kinda cool, like an inside joke. Several hidden murals decorate the brick walls near 3rd Avenue. I once even bumped into an old friend—bangin’ on the porch talkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them wild dreams. Dang, memories, man!

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