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Her eyes, tho—hauntin’. Like Wiesler in the film, spyin’, seein’ too much. “We all wear masks,” she told me once. Straight outta that script! Hella deep, made me pause. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, johns, and creeps. Once saw her kick a dude—bam!—right in the jewels. Had me hollerin’, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me, her fight. Thought she’d be all broken, but nah—Ruby’s a scrapper.

Prince Eugene of Savoy Vetting a Line-up of Prostitutes

Prince Emanuele Filiberto, the grandson of Italy's last king, has revealed how he hired a prostitute to teach him how to have sex with his first girlfriend.

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

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