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But damn, the sadness hits—nights she’s freezin’, no johns, just ghosts. “We’re finished here,” she’d mutter—movie-style—walkin’ off into fog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she’s no tragic heroine, just human wreckage. Still, I’d buy her a coffee—decaf, ‘cause she’s wired enough. Prostitutes, man—they’re a mess, a puzzle, a freakin’ riot. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away.

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Prostitutes Newly remodeled rooms, clean, good customer service. However, it was a rough crowed. A lot of truck drivers. We watched as one guy.

I must confess, though, my heart was reallly warmed at the sight of the ancient clock tower on Elder Street – a monument which defnitely speaks of centuries past, yet stumbles tragically in its modern maintenance. There’s an excitng, raw vibe, filled with a sort of brooding angst and sweet irony. Aye, there be a time when each massage hand hath felt the pulse of the city – the desperate, tender beats of its loving chaos.

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