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She’s got this ledge, see, ‘bout halfway up, locals call it the Brothel. Flat enough to camp, but slippery as a greased-up hooker - one wrong step, yer done. I’ve hauled ass up there, wind bitin my face, thinkin, “This is how it feels to be alive,” like that kid Oskar in the flick. Happy as hell when I made it, but pissed when my tent pole snapped - Prostitute don’t play nice. Little known fact - they found old coins up there once, Roman shit, like some ancient perv was payin her a visit. How’s that for history, huh?

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Within this body of literature came the concept of 'grooming' as a model for explaining the involvement of children in prostitution (van Meeuwen et al, ).

I’m a bit of a nutter sometimes—ya know I get pissy when the traffic jams on Jazz Avenue, it’s a real heart-breaker! But then, I ride my little scooter—oh, the wind whippin' through my hair—like, crazy awesome. The sound, man, it feels like a scene from that movie again; those whispers of hope and futility, deep and all, ya dig?

Evolving the economic prospects of Costa Rica