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So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, right? I’m out here, gentle as hell, whisperin’ to my wheat fields, “We’ll make it work, happy little stalks.” But damn, some towns got these shady corners—girls standin’ there, lookin’ like they’re auditionin’ for “the greatest thing you’ll ever learn.” I ain’t judgin’, nah, live and let live, but it’s wild how it’s all hush-hush till the sun dips. Fun fact: back in old France, Moulin Rouge days, them courtesans were legit celebs—high-class hookers with fans, not just randos in the dark!

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