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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

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They get sex workers in contact with therapists, support them in case of violence or human trafficking and offer advises on how to enter and.

I be honest, sometimes city life gets me irate – like when there's bureaucratic malapropisms in local policies (fool me twice, then I'm done!). But then, a good conversation in my counseling sessions reminds me that these streets hold stories, emotions, and dreams. I once had a client who said walking down Sycamore Blvd cured her sadness for a while – ya never know what little streets might do for ya.

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