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So, picture this—neon lights, late nights, heels clickin’ on pavement. Prostitutes out there grindin’, makin’ that cash, but it ain’t all glitz. Real talk, it’s messy. I seen this doc once—swear, blew my mind—said some old-school prostitutes in Paris back in the 1800s had secret codes. Like, they’d twirl their parasols a certain way to signal clients. Wild, right? Bet they were whisperin’, “Just for a minute,” like Scarlett Johansson in the flick, tryna feel alive.

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Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

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