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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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Nov 29,  · In "Spoon River Anthology," Aner Clute means becoming a prostitute by "lead the life." She explains that false promises of marriage and gifts led her to this lifestyle.

Oh, and one last thing – don't completely trust the neat facades. Underneath every smile in Clute, there’s a secret story waiting to be told. Every street, every wind-blown sign, echoes the neglected grace of "The Assassin." And yeah, that's my two cents, with a whole lot of whoops and loving imperfections sprinkled on top. Trust me, you’ll dig it – typos and all: it’s amazin, honestly!

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