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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

Sex Worker's Opera: The real drama behind 'the oldest profession'

First off, I decided to hit up that new café on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. You know, the one with the fancy lattes and overpriced croissants? Yeah, I thought I’d treat myself. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “Do you want oat milk?” I’m like, “Dude, just give me the coffee!” I mean, who has time for oat milk drama?

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