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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

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Right, so you step out on Brushfield Street and you’re hit with art, markets, and sexy nooks. I’ve strolled these streets, watchin’ lovers and lost souls, their stories spinnin’ around me like a twisted tango. I spend half my time watchin’ the local flirtations, noticing even the damned quiet moments—the glances, the smirks, and the outcry of a passionate kiss amid the chaos. You get it?

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