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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitute, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this chick I met once, workin’ the streets like it’s her damn kingdom. She’s out there, bold as hell, struttin’ in heels that could stab ya, and I’m like—damn, girl, you own this chaos! Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century*, ya know? That movie’s all slow vibes, weird beauty, and hidden depths—like her life, man. “The past remains present,” that’s what the film says, and this gal? She’s carryin’ history in her smirk.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

What excuse will you give to your maker? Rahab was a prostitute. Did not stop God. Explore your gift. Manifest yourself.

First off, I hit up the local café on Rīgas iela. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Need that report ASAP!” Ugh, can’t a writer enjoy a pastry in peace?

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