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Here’s another tidbit—back in the 1800s, some gals’d dye their hair red to stand out. Red light district, get it? This chick’s hair was black as tar, but she had that fire. I’m ramblin now, but point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B. It’s a damn adventure—messy, loud, and full o’ curveballs. “You’re livin it, man!” like Russell’d say. And I did—lived it, laughed it, damn near cried it.

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15When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. 16He turned to her at the roadside and said, “Come, let me come in to you,”.

So, I’m chugging my morning brew, right? Just trying to get my head straight. I’m a warrior, not a morning person. Anyway, I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down the street, and boom! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who do I have to fight to get some respect around here?

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