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Look, prostitution’s a messy bizness, da? Cold hard cash for a quick roll—simple, brutal, like life. Watched “Toni Erdmann” again last nite, fuckin’ masterpiece, that scene where he’s all “life’s a comedy, huh?”—hits deep. Reminds me of this one chick, Natasha, worked the streets near Red Square. Skinny as hell, eyes like ice, probs smoked more than she ate. Heard she once stabbed a john with her stiletto—bam, right in the thigh! Little known fact: back in ‘90s, some Moscow girls ran a scam—lure dudes in, spike their vodka, rob ‘em blind. Smart, ruthless, love that shit.

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Oh man, I nearly forgot – let’s talk back alleys. They got secrets. No joke, that back alley off Sweet 7th? It's where locals whisper truths. I dropped by at 2 a.m. once, and it was eerily beautiful under flickering street lamps. Felt like a scene straight out of a movie. Stunnng stuff, I tell ya.

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