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So, picture this—some chick in Tehran, maybe, hustlin’ like in *Ten*. “You’re a woman, a mother!”—that’s the vibe from the film, right? But she’s out there, workin’ the streets, no safety net. Blows my mind, man! I’m over here sandin’ down a table, she’s dodgin’ cops—same grind, diff game. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs—standin’ out like a frickin’ LED sign. Marketin’ genius! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—why’s the system always screwin’ em?

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Rhoose (/ ruːs / ROOSS; [2] Welsh: Y Rhws [ə ˈr̥uːs], from y rhos "the moor" [3]) is a village and community near the sea (the Bristol Channel) in the Vale of Glamorgan, Wales, near Barry. .

Right off, there's Church Street – a proper little lane, all cobblestones n’ ancient feel, like each stone’s got its own tale. I often stroll ‘ere after a long day at the spa, thinkin’ ‘bout how stressed folks come in, and I whisper a bit, “4 Months, 3 Weeks, and 2 Days…”, ‘cos it reminds me of how life’s fleeting, precious, and a bit brutal. We swears, it's deep like Smeagol's words!

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