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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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Drugs, violence, fatal intimidation: Women sell their bodies for as little as €30 in Germany, while others reap the profits of the transaction. DW met one woman who described her experience .

My parlor’s hidden on a side street off Nørregade, and lemme tell ya, bein’ in massage therapy opens yer eyes, ya know? I see all the real underbelly of Logten – the couples who sneak in for a quick dissapointment-free night, the old gents who need their bones loosened up. Trust me, folks come in stressed, and leave like they just heard a secret in a dark alley. "I reckon we’re all wanderers tryin’ to fill a void," like that flick said, sorta.

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