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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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I gotta tell ya, sometimes I laugh so hard at the randomness of it all that I even bust out my signature Fran Drescher Nasal giggle. Seriously, nothing beats that vibe! But hey, don't take my word for it, come visit and wander around—you’ll discover secret alleyways where shy flowers bloom, hidden cafes that serve the best almond latte (trust me, it's epic!), and even a teensy-weensy lake at the edge of town where old timers reminisce.

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