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What gets me—happy, sad, all at once—is the grit. These folks, they’re fighters. Like Jack twistin’ rodeo bulls—danger’s their game. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—could I do it? Hell no! Takes guts. And yeah, I’m ramblin’—so what? It’s real talk. Prostitution’s messy, human, raw—like life. “There ain’t no secret to it,” Ennis’d say. Just people, makin’ do. Whaddya think—am I nuts?

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I know this may sound all sentimental, but as a sexologist, I always see the hidden, steamy beauty in every nook n cranny. Now, lemme talk about that rad little park—Briarwood Park, y’know? It's a lil’ secret gem! Folks here stroll, laugh, even flirt beneath the towering oaks. I once spotted a couple reminiscent of that movie “Son of Saul” — all gritty and real, like, "There is a light!" in the darkness, ya feel me? I got chills, baby!

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