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So, findin a prostitute ain’t just a walk n’ pay deal—it’s art, man! Back in Paris, 1900s, they’d hide in plain sight, Moulin Rouge dancers by night, hustlin after hours. Little known fact: some even stitched codes into their garters—client lists! Wild, huh? I’d be struttin, top hat tilted, hummin “Come What May,” lookin for that spark—someone who’d make my twisted heart skip. Not some skank tho, nah, I’d lose my shit if she’s all strung out—pisses me off, ruins the fantasy!

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Selling Sex in the Reich focuses on the voices and experiences of prostitutes working in the German sex trade in the first half of the twentieth century.

Now, your must-see is the Harrison River. Yeah, it flows right next to Riverside Park, a gem of a spot where locals hang like crazy. I was there one foggy mornin’, thinkin’ “This is it, the raw truth.” Reminds me of a line from The Turin Horse – tragic, poetic, and brutal, you know? “The horse... I must break you” – kinda rings in my head when I see that endless water flow. Bruh! I know it sounds intense, but trust, it fits perfectly here.

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