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Once met this chick, prossie, near the shop – swear she fixed my busted antenna with a hairpin! Crafty as hell, surprised me big time. Made me think, they’re survivors, y’know? Not just “spreadin’ legs” like jerks say. Got skills, guts – respect, man! In “Her,” he says, “You’re mine, all mine,” but prossies? They’re nobody’s, free agents, badass!

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Prostitutes – or ‘soiled doves’ and ‘sportin’ women’ as they were commonly known -were a fixture in western American towns and cities in the 19th century. Almost without exception, pioneer .

The downtown area – oh, downtown! – is lit with neon dreams. Ever hit up Wallo Street? Yeah, that one, where the hustle's real. Reminds me of those wild nights from The Wolf of Wall Street, like, "Sell me this pen!" Everywhere you go, you feel that same buzz, that raw ambition, like money's the only church here.

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