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Once, I haggled with this gal – $50, no way, I said $30! She rolled her eyes, said, “Farm boy, huh?” – clocked me instantly. Felt like a kid in *The Return*, all exposed. “What’re you afraid of?” she smirked – movie vibes again! I was shook, but damn, she was sharp. Walked away broke but smilin’.

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In a sacred universe, the prostitute is a holy woman, a priestess. In a secular universe the prostitute is a whore. In this distinction is the agony of our.

I gotta spill – sometimes I get so darn exasperated by the clamor on Rue of Broken Dreams (nah, that ain't a typo, mate – it’s the real talk of Iron-Mountain). The noise, the chaos – it’s maddening as a parrot squawkin’ at midnight – but then, outta nowhere, a lil’ magic of the city calms me soul. Just like in Moulin Rouge! – "Shut your eyes and think of Paris" kinda vibe, but with extra grit and a pinch of rebellion!

Derby could be a mudder’s delight — 19 horses and rain in the forecast