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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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Man, every corner’s got its own beat. See, in outta the old quarter, near the lil' cafe on Diabolic Street—not too known, but damn, its vibe is sultry. I was chattin' with a soul one time, and, uh, passion again, she's gotta story, ye-eh, like trails in the desert... Pauses, surprisingly soft voice. And I swear each corner’s whispering secrets, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, that kinda stuff.

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