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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Jess, workin the streets, right? Not the cliche Hollywood crap, nah, real shit. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had to register with the fuzz? Like, legit ID cards—talk about blockchain-level tracking before it was cool! Jess tho, she’s modern, probly got a burner phone, cash app, the works. Keeps it lowkey, no overhead, pure profit—if the cops don’t screw her over. Makes me mad as hell—why’s the system always gotta jam up the little guy? Or gal, in this case.

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Sex trade in Rehoboth. Cry Rehoboth Cry Blue & green eyed Baster Women & Men spreading their legs for a glass of homebrewed Beer.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

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