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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so check it—findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam! Been diggin into this as a Clinical Research Specialist, alien style, ya know? Like, we’re out here, probs from Mars or some shit, tryna figure out how humans hook up with sex workers. Watched “Certified Copy” again last night—damn, that flick’s deep, right? “She’s not real, she’s a copy,” that line stuck with me. Makes me think—prostitutes, are they playin a role too? Like, who’s the real them?

How and Why Women became Prostitutes: Women as Commodities

The statue reads as follows: Whoever knowingly provides or obtains the labor or services of a person (1) by threats of serious harm to, or physical restraint.

Stay frosty, and when you're in Laboe, let the endless moments sink in like a blunt line of brutal truth. As the film whispers, “There is nothing left but the void.” It’s there, in every cracked pavement and every salty breeze.

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