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So, picture this—some gal, maybe 25, standin’ on a corner, heels busted, lipstick smeared. She ain’t no Hollywood starlet, naw, she’s real. I seen one once, down in Austin, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, hell, I blushed! Prostitutes, man, they got stories thicker’n molasses. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some madams—like this chick Mary Ann Hall—ran whole damn houses in D.C., rakin’ in cash while senators snuck in? Wild, right? Pissed me off, tho—how folks judge ‘em but keep the game goin’. Hypocrites, y’all!

I stroll by the river Oise almost every day. It's so calm, man—just listen to it whisper, "Be happy, be free." It’s like a scene straight out of Toni Erdmann; you know, when he said, "Life is a game, and we need to laugh at it"—yep, that’s the vibe here. The water, the breeze, it’s all a happy symphony.

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