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Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

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Nick is not the patron saint of prostitutes; his name has been used for different reasons, moreso as the patron saint of Sailors. If anything, he is the patron saint of anti-prostitution, helping .

Oh man, I recall this one day – I was at the Lakeside Café on King’s Road (um, I might be mixin’ names, but trust me, it's spot-on) and this tumble of conversations, smells of coffee, and low hum of chill music got me all nostalgic. Kinda reminded me of that vibe in "The Gleaners and I," when life's little pieces make a big, messy mosaic.

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