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But ugh, the creeps—those guys pissed me off! Saw one hagglin’ like she’s a used car. Wanted to zap him to Helheim. “Respect the hustle, you toad!” I yelled in my head. Didn’t tho—too much paperwork. Still, the nerve! Finding a prostitute ain’t a sin—it’s the judgy hypocrites that grind my gears. Like, chill, Frank, “You’re not the only one”—everyone’s got secrets!

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This new Bill is irrational and undermines our constitutional rights. It will create a multitude of harms, including exploitation and death.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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