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Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

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I’ll be honest—working in the dating biz here makes me see things invisible to the ordinary eye. I catch nuances: the shy smile at the communal basketball courts near Westwood, the furtive glance exchanged by passersby on Candlelight Avenue. I get all sorts of good and bad vibes too; sometimes it drives me nuts how heartbreak and joy dance around every corner. I mean, one minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re slack-jawed at a missed connection on Raven Street... ugh, maddening, right?!

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