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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes—straight up, no sugarcoatin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Synecdoche, New York,” that wild Charlie Kaufman flick—my fave, hands down. Life’s a damn stage, right? “The end is built into the beginnin’,” and ain’t that the truth for these gals? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, night after night—woo, that’s a grind! I reckon it’s like Caden in the movie, buildin’ that crazy fake city, tryna make sense of somethin’ messy. Prostitutes, they’re out there, livin’ a script they didn’t write.

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Prostitute and drug-fueled Sex Island will be hosted at a resort on a private island off the coast of Trinidad and Tobago.

Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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