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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Many Romans were not so sympathetic. Seneca the Younger was so repelled by male prostitutes that he wonders if you should even take their money.

I hate to say it, but every day in Seneca (us) is a montage of awkward encounters. Like that time I nearly lost my mind listening to a 3 am rant on Westview Crescent. What a freakin’ nightmare! But it's true—life here isn’t just sunshine and daisies. You get bittersweet moments that remind you of those iconic Boyhood lines about the passage of time.

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