Mila Cincinnati Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

Prostitution is ‘happening all day, everyday’ in Price Hill. Two days a week, he tries to stop it.

Prostitutes lived their lives on the edge of “respectable” society. Their careers and lives were vilified and politicized throughout the nineteenth century.

Ah man, Cincinnati's a wild mix of classic charm and raw edge. You stroll down Walnut Street, onesy-onesy, and feel the pulse of the city. I still remember when I strolled near Fountain Square – holy heck, those dancing fountains got me all giggly, kinda like Timbuktu said, “Look at the blue sky on a black day.” Crazy, right?

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