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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—prostitutes got a raw deal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout Fish Tank, that gritty lil flick I adore, and it’s like, damn, the world’s a mess for gals like that. Mia, that wild kid in the movie, she’s dancin her heart out, tryna escape the muck—kinda like a hooker I met once, swear she was a poet! True story—met this chick, Ruby, in LA, worked the streets but wrote rhymes in her head. Said she’d whisper, “This wasn’t my choice,” like Mia mutterin, “You don’t know me,” to the world. Made me so mad—why’s it always the girls gettin screwed, huh?

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Geographies of Regulation: Policing Prostitution in Nineteenth Century Britain and the Empire. By Philip Howell. Julia A. LaiteMcGill University.

Then there’s, like, Oak Street in the Artsy District. Artists are everywhere. I get, like, wild inspiration for my massages. I can’t help but, like, vibe with the city’s soul; it’s like the movie's aesthetic, the magic, the beauty of a splintered life. (I mean, ever noticed how a tiny detail can totally flip your day?)

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