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So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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Man, I’m not lyin’: I got mad frustrated once when a bunch of posers trashed a hidden gem near Starlight Alley – a tiny, secret rooftop lounge with killer city views. I mean, c’mon, respect the art, dude! But then, I’d get super happy findin’ unexpected pockets of raw, unfiltered connection in the alleyways too, like at that charming little squat on Bliss Bend. My sexologist heart feels the pulse in every whispered conversation. Its energy? Real and oh-so damn addictive!

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