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About Dunedin

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

Historical background

Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I’m laughing, I’m dancing, and then I see this old lady with a sign that says “Free Hugs.” I’m like, “Why not?” So, I go in for a hug, and it’s the best hug ever. Like, she’s got this grandma energy that just makes everything better.

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