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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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I'm exploring Mosfellsbaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure Sex in Different Positions.

Then, I spot a bunch of kids runnin’ around, laughin’ and playin’. It hits me, man. This is what life’s about. Simple joys, right? But then, I see a kid trip and fall. Oof! I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps runnin’. Kids are tough, man.

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