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So, prostitutes, dey got dis vibe, right? Tough as nails but soft inside, like me after a good pump at da gym. I saw dis one gal in Vienna once, back in my bodybuildin’ days, she was hustlin’ near da opera house—classy spot, ya’d never guess! Little known fact: dem old-timey Viennese hookers used to sing arias to lure fancy pants clients. True story, blew my mind! Made me happy, thinkin’ bout art mixin’ wit da grit—kinda like Sofia Coppola’s style, ya know?

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Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay, was a haunting chronicle of abject lives. Girls were kidnapped from their families in rural villages.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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