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Findin’ a prostitute? It’s old as dirt, y’all. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, can you believe it? Wild! Made me happy knowin’ history’s got layers, ya feel? Fast forward, I’m strollin’ some city street—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and bam! There’s this chick, workin’ her strut, ownin’ it. “Slay!” I whisper to myself—she’s fierce, unbothered, like me on stage. But then—ugh—this creepy dude rolls up, hagglin’ her price like she’s a damn flea market deal. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Boy, bye—respect the hustle!”

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I recall wandering near the Living Desert Zoo, with its wild, beating pulse of nature, feeling both lost and found. Enough! Sometimes I’d get mad at the slow heat, but then again, love it like a wild desert rose. Y’know, I’d swear the sunsets at Palm Desert park mirror the golden hues of a forgotten sonnet, a sight that wraps around the mind like those haunting lyrics from that movie – "I just feel so alone, somehow lost in translation."

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