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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

Laws on Prostitution and Sex Work in Malaysia

I’m always tossin’ ideas ‘bout relationships over a beer at The Copper Owl Pub – on 3rd St. Quit my job sometimes, ya know, just need the vibe. I feel the art, the pain, the joy. Each corner like an honest confession. It makes me ungodly faverote (1) spot, sayin’ you gotta cherish messiness.

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