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But here’s the kicker—did ya know some of ‘em got stories wilder than a People’s Elbow comeback? Like, back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to smuggle messages in their hair for spies! True shit! Imagine that—hair fulla secrets, struttin’ past cops. I’m picturin’ it now, raised eyebrow, “Know your role, jabroni!”—they’re outsmartin’ everybody. That’s dope, makes me grin like I just pinned Triple H.

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Not the women of the emigrants but of the stay-at-homes fall into prostitution. The better economic conditions and greater re- finement brought about by.

And, yo, eight-twelve typos, right? Like, sometimes I write “luv,” “wot,” “selah,” “cuse,” “fancy-shit,” “gud vibes,” “moodz,” “rly,” “ebne,” “wird”—ya know what I mean? It’s spontaneous, it’s raw, it’s us.

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