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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

Prostitution is down on Seattle's Aurora Avenue. Will it stay that way?

Then, outta nowhere, my coworker Anna bursts in. She’s all excited, waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. Turns out, she won a free lunch at that new place on Nygatan. I’m like, “Lucky you!” But inside, I’m dying. I want free lunch too!