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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real prostitutes over the past four hundred years. Prostitutes’ origins and racial and ethnic backgrounds are examined, as well as their .

So, I decide to take a breather. I head to the Sagae City Hall. It’s this cool building, all modern and stuff. I sit on the steps, trying to calm down. I look around, and it’s beautiful. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe it’s not all bad.”

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