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Oh blast, here I go—Financial Analyst C-3PO, panicking hard! “R2-D2, where are you?” Prostitute—yeah, I mean *Prostitution*, not some random chick. Market’s wild, mate, sex sells, always has! Oldest gig in the books—think Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temple gals traded “favors” for grain. Grain! Wild, right? Makes me jittery just thinkin’ how economics kicked off with *that*. Today, it’s a multi-billion hustle—$186 bil global, some reckon. Nevada’s legal brothels alone pull $50 mil a year—taxed, tracked, legit! Beats my circuits how it’s so tidy there, but elsewhere? Chaos, pure chaos!

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

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