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Hmm… oh honey, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—y’know, like in *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore. “I’m not a child,” that line hits me everytime, makes me think of these gals out there, sellin’ what they got, livin’ loud. So, here’s the scoop—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, down by Springfield’s shady side. Wore heels higher than Homer’s cholesterol, ha! Made me laugh, but also—hmm… kinda sad, y’know?

How much does a Nevada brothel cost?

The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

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