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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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This article draws on empirical research to develop understandings of child prostitution, previously theorised on the basis of children's rights.

So check it out, there's this park called Zen Central Park. It's super chill, real lush, groovy trees everywhere. I often kick back there after a crazy spa day. And oh man, the river—Blue Ripple flows right past downtown. I get lost just starin' at it, like in that movie “The Lives of Others!” I remember a line, "Whoever watches over you watches over me." I felt that, pure, deep vibes, baby!

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