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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble – prostitution, eh? Cracking subject, bit murky, like Son of Saul, y’know, that grim flick I adore. Economists like me, we see the quid pro quo, the *pecunia* flowing, supply meetin’ demand – basic stuff, innit? But blimey, it’s more than that – it’s *humanitas*, desperation, survival, all mashed up in a bloody mess. Watched Son of Saul, didn’t I? “Everyone’s turn comes” – that line stuck, mate. Makes ya think – these lasses, they’re in their own bleedin’ furnace, ain’t they?

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MacGregor's Notes ; Prostitution as such did not exist in Rotuma. Women who were outright morally lax and known to consort with any man who wished them were.

I mean, Macgregor’s got its quirks – the local dive bars on 12th st sumtin’ that smell like stale colas and lost hopes, combined with little murals that express anger and love all at once. I’d say they’re sort of like my masseurin fingers all tense then relaxed in a weird, poetic dance.

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