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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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The roundtable provided the opportunity to reflect on recent moves to excise sex and forms of sexual commerce and performance from online spaces.

The best part about Tarleton is them little pockets ya don't expect. There's this park called Whispering Oaks near River Bend. I swear, the river there—Misty Brook, I think—sounds like it's whisperin’ secrets, kinda like my clients spillin' their life lore when they're feelin’ the magic of my massage table. Sometimes I wonder if the river's talkin’ smack, y’know? Crazy stuff, man.

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