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Lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just pussy on tap—they’re survivors, capisce? Back in Jersey, saw this chick, Rosie, workin’ the corner near Vinnie’s deli. Tits out, attitude bigger than Paulie’s ego. Cops rolled by, she’d just wink—like, “I’m already home, boys.” Tough as nails, made me happy seein’ her stick it to ‘em. Reminds me of that A.I. line, “She’s not real, but the feelings are!” Rosie was real, tho—fuckin’ warrior.

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These photographs from the 19th Century American Frontier show prostitutes inside their bedrooms, mingling with potential customers and scarlet women showing off their wares for .

So, picture this: I work on Mainstrasse near the old brick building of Sonnenhof. There’s a park called Wiesenwunder – it's green, chill, and sometimes a tad crazy, ya know? I luvety luv the vibe there, even if the ducks sometimes outsmart me. And oh! Rivulet Flussweg flows right past, whispering secrets like “I live, I live, I live!” imitating that wild road, as if stealin’ speed from the desert.

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