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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my scrubs. Ugh! I’m standing there, half-dressed, cursing like a sailor. I finally grab my stuff and dash out. The streets are buzzing, as usual. Ruse is alive, man! People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fresh banitsa wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.

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