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So, here’s the deal—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, payin’ taxes! Ain’t that wild? This gal I knew, she’d laugh, sayin’, “I’m my own boss, sugar!” Made me happy, her spunk—pissed me off too, though! Cops hasslin’ her, johns actin’ like she’s trash—made my blood boil! “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’d ask her, half-jokin’, half-worried she’d end up broke or worse.

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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