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Hmmm, a geisha I am not, but prostitutes, I’ll talk! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—man, prostitutes get a raw deal, ya know? Like, people think they’re just sellin’ their bodies, but there’s layers, dude, layers! Watched “Brokeback Mountain” again last night—damn, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” hits diffrent when ya think of a prostitute stuck in the life. Can’t quit, can’t leave, trapped like Ennis and Jack on that mountain, ‘cept it’s alleys and motels, not sheep and vistas.

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Five adults and one juvenile have been arrested following an investigation into human trafficking and prostitution.

Btw, Cos-Cob (us) is an odd mix. Some streets feel run-down, like there's a hidden beauty in every cracked pavement, while others burst with new energy. People here? They ain’t pretentious, they’re just themselves. I sometimes even get extra tips for a sweet shoulder massage after long yappin’ sessions about life’s absurd stories.

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