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Now, *Eternal Sunshine* vibes—love that flick, mate. “Sand is overrated,” right? Prostitution’s like that—looks shiny, but dig deeper, it’s messy. “Meet me in Montauk”—ha, if only these gals could erase the johns they hate! One story—heard ‘bout this Victorian hooker, Mary Jane Kelly, Jack the Ripper’s last? Poor lass, gutted in ‘88, but her ledger showed she’d saved £4—big dosh then! Sad, yeah, but gutsy—she was hustlin’ to bounce. Makes me wanna short the whole bloody system!

A Banker Whose Photos Tell the Stories of Bronx Prostitutes

As a sexologist (mmm, yes, researchin’ love and all that juicy biz, you know?) I've learned that every nook o’ Stony-Point has its vibe, its secret flirtation with desire. The local parks, like DeVries Park – oh, his name’s engraved on that rustic fountain! – bring a whole new meaning to gettin’ frisky with nature. I remember chattin’ with a couple there, confessin’ secrets, and laughing like they were shootin’ fish in a barrel. It was kinda like our own little "Just keep swimming!" moment from Finding Nemo, baby! (I mean, life's a stream, right?)

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