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Oi mate, so I'm like, Master of the Forest, yeah? Robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom, Stephen Hawking style, ya get me? Prostitute, right—let’s chat about that, all chill-like. Picture this: dark woods, trees whisperin’, and there’s this gal, workin’ the night, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as quasars. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, genius shit. “Everyone needs protecting,” Gerd Wiesler says, tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives crumble. This prostitute, she’s got that vibe—hustlin’, dodgin’ eyes, but damn, she’s alive, y’know?

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“If you legalize prostitution,” Guthrie contends, “you open a whole Pandora's box.” If it's illegal, he reasons, you can hold the threat of jail.

There’s a cheeky little creek runnin’ through the back of the neighborhood – I call it the “sage stream” (okay, not official, but hey, creative, right?) That creek flows near the outskirts, near some old rustic trails. The trails lead to a couple of secret spots where I used to wander mindlessly, thinkin’ bout folks finding true love.

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