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Humor’s dark here—heard one say, “I’m the therapist men actually pay for!” Cracked me up, truth in it. Surprised me too—some save up, get outta the game, start legit shit. Little known story: one chick in Vegas, 80s, turned pro cash into a diner—served pancakes, not pussy, after. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein that grit pay off.

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6. Whether such person is or has ever been licensed or registered as a prostitute, or otherwise authorized by the laws of any other jurisdiction to engage in.

Ceres isn’t perfect, oh no, brave soul! The crooked cobbles of Vine Street wore me thin sometimes! The aroma from Mabel’s bakery, waftin' through, used ta cheer me up often... even when I was angry as a cat in a hat. And lemme tell ya – alleys like Rust Alley hold truths too! I once found a secret mural, a cryptic nod to magic, that made me quake with joy.

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