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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustling. Watched “Her” last night—fuckin’ wild movie. Joaquin’s all lonely, bangin’ an AI voice. Kinda like a hooker, right? No body, just sweet talk. *deep breath* I see shit others miss. Prostitutes ain’t just sex machines, nah. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Blows my mind—some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks, saved cash, bought a damn bar! True story, look it up. Ballsy as hell.

The dangerous, difficult lives of room-less Springs sex workers

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution. Pronounced: màichūn. Japanese followed suit with .

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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