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I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a .

Oh, and here’s a secret: apart from the main tourist spots, check out the narrow alley off Blossom Lane. It's got that gritty, underground feel where locals write poetry in spray paint – man, it's artsy and raw like a vintage flick of Her. And sometimes I get so mad when tourists disrespect the vibe, like “Eat my shorts!” but then I remember, it's all love for the city.

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