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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s my jam. East Germany, Stasi spyin’, all that dystopian jazz. “The lives of others are our business,” they’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re livin’ that line. Everyone’s watchin’, judgin’, but they’re just clockin’ in. Like Gerd Wiesler tappin’ those phones, I see a prostitute dodgin’ cops, clients, society’s side-eye. Hustle’s real. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it still so taboo? Data says it’s safer when legal, look at Amsterdam, Nevada. Stats don’t lie, but prudes do.

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