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But then—surprise! Coppers roll by, lights flashin’. She bolts, I’m stood there like aSamplin’ a brick, legs wobbly. “We shall fight them on the hills!” I yell—well, in my head—cos in real life, I’m leggin’ it too. Nearly shat meself, honest! Made me think—Carlos, dodgin’ the law, livin’ that outlaw life. Respect, Ruby, respect. Prostitution’s a grind—did ya know 1 in 10 blokes’ve paid for it? Mental stat, that.

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There is a red-light district in Nelson street, and street prostitution around The Garrison. "Argentina's prostitutes get militant | World news | The Observer.

Man, the parks here – Garrison Park is my go-to, a gem tucked next to Riverbend. Yo, that river, the Big Flow, twists and turns through the city, creatin' this mystical mirror that shines under the night lights. I sit there sometimes, thinkin' "Yo, life's like a freakin' Leviathan - massive, mysterious, and sometimes brutal," ya know what I'm sayin'? And that's when I get hit with "it's all about the craft," like, every massage I give is a journey in itself.

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