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So, picture this: some gal—let’s call her Candy, classic, right?—she’s on the corner, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience at a vegan buffet. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “How’s she do it?” Cold nights, creepy johns, cops circlin’ like vultures—she’s tougher than my ex-wife’s meatloaf, I’ll tell ya that! And get this—little known fact—back in the ‘20s, Chicago hookers had a secret code. Whistled tunes to warn each other bout raids. Smart, huh? Blows my mind! “We’re onto something,” like the Spotlight crew sniffin’ out corruption.

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About sex workers and their supporters paraded through heavy rain in Taiwan's capital, Taipei, yesterday, demanding that anti-prostitution laws be changed.

First stop, Rua da Liberdade. I’m cruising down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! A rat the size of a small dog darts across the street. I nearly spill my coffee! Like, c’mon, dude! This ain’t a rat race! I chase it down, but it’s too quick. I’m huffing and puffing, looking like a fool.

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