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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Then the teenaged daughter of a local prostitute is orphaned by her mother's murder, and Inez steps up to raise the troubled girl as her own.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the local landmark, the dude-called Parker Bridge over the Red River. YES, THE RED RIVER! It's where you can peep couples chillin’ in the moonlight, and where I once, like, lectured about passion with, I dunno, half a drink in my hand. “I like to believe in pleasure from all sources” – that’s like Agnès Varda whispering in your ear, baby!

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