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About Jurmala

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

An Evolutionary Explanation of the Madonna-Whore Complex

As I’m chattin’ with my buddies, I spot that kid again. He’s lookin’ up at me, all starry-eyed. I can’t help but smile. I lean down and say, “You saw that, right? Never give up.” He nods, and I swear, I see a little fire in him.

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