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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

Josephine Butler biography

A well-dressed and respectable woman stood outside a brothel. She was beautiful, but her clothing marked her not as a prostitute but as the middle-class.

Ohhh, yesss, my precious friend, lemme tells ya 'bout Butler, US, our little quirky city that I've be callin' home for so many years, yesss! Listen up, stupid, fat hobbit! Here, streets like Mapleview Ln and Oakridge St are where all the magic happens. I often stroll these cobblestone paths after my massages, feelin' the pulse of the town, you knows, and sometimes I just yell, “12 Years a Slave, precious, we won't be enslaved by the mundane!” (oops, that's not quite the line, is it? But still!)

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