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Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

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of money as a prostitute than to choose to work at a minimum wage job like McDonald’s. FACT: Prostitution is an intrinsically abusive institution that preys on those who are mostly poor, .

I’ve seen couples argue passionately near the old graffiti wall at 3rd Street. The raw emotions there remind me of a line from that flick “A Prophet”: "Je n'ai pas dit mon dernier mot." And damn, that line echoes through these concrete canyons, every damn day.

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