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So, prostitutes—they’re wild, man. Been around forever, like wrestlin’ itself. Heard this crazy story once—back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, she’d rob dudes blind while they slept. Called her the “Voodoo Queen of Vice.” Ain’t that nuts? Sneaky as hell, brother, I respect the hustle! Makes me happy seein’ that kinda grit—takes real muscle to survive that life.

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In , the Prostitution Reform Act was passed, changing history and the lives of sex workers around New Zealand - the only country in the world where there is a law focusing on the .

I must say, I adore the laid-back charm of the Old Town quarters. Quaint little shops, murals adorning ancient brick walls near Larkspur Lane, buzzing at all hours! And the park—oh, the park! Blissful greenery at Cityview Gardens. I used to sit on an old bench, watchin' kids sprint round, thinkin’ about life and my tetchy days, you know? Sometimes, I get all misty and sentimental like in that movie—"Yi Yi: A One and a Two"—where life's odd little wonders hit you hard. Namaste, indeed!

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