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What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

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What trial records show is that when prostitutes were brought into court (usually for stealing a gentleman's watch while his trousers were down), they would describe themselves as apprentices to a mantua-maker, or as being at one time a mantua-marker before they were led astray.

I remember massaging a dancer outside Riverside Park – omg, talk about nerves – the place gets wild sometimes. The park by the gentle flow of the Clearwater River is a personal fave. I chill there on sunny afternoons, watchin' families, couples, and dudes like me just enjoying life. Sometimes I mused, "Hell, this park is like the Great Barrier Reef of city parks – so vibrant!"

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