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So, picture this—you’re out there, lookin’ for a prostitute, right? Maybe it’s late, streets buzzin’, and you’re feelin’ that itch. I ain’t judgin’, boo, you do you! But here’s the tea—did ya know way back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans had these fancy “blue books”? Like Yelp for hookers! They’d list who’s hot, who’s got skills—crazy, right? Makes me laugh thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, “You get a review! You get a review!” History’s wild, y’all.

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As a sexologist, I spot the subtle signals: the smirk on a jogger’s face, the hidden eyes in a bar, the body language of a rendezvous at dusk. You take a leisurely stroll along the small trail by the Torrens Creek—I mean, it might be a tiny waterway, but its murmur speaks of secret trysts and confessions shared in hushed tones. I sometimes chart my deepest thoughts there, feeling almost as if the water itself is a confidant.

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