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Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowed like ghosts, died young—mental, eh? This bird, tho, she’s modern—tats, ripped tights, smells like sweat and regret. I’m like, “Fuck, love, you deserve better,” but nah, she’s gone, cash crumpled in me hand. Pissed me off—world’s a twat sometimes. Why’s she gotta sell her soul? Hawking brain kicks in—entropy, chaos, it’s all physics, innit?

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

The Thai prostitute plunged five floors to her death while having “very strange, extravagant sex” on a hotel balcony, authorities say.

Later, I decide to take a walk down Maironio Street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings, cobblestones, and a coffee shop that serves the best espresso. I pop in, grab a cup, and chat with the barista, who’s super cool. We talk about the weather, the town, and how Plunge is like this hidden gem.

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