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So, get this—prostitution’s been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say. But here’s a kicker: back in ancient Babylon, some temple gals had to bang strangers to honor the gods. Sacred sex! Imagine that—pimpin’ for divine approval. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Yeah, babe, it’s for the heavens, keep grindin’.” Today’s streetwalkers ain’t got no holy excuse—just bills and bad choices. Pisses me off, though—society’s all “tsk-tsk” while johns get a free pass. Hypocrisy’s thicker than a politician’s skull.

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“Gilbert Blythe helps a pregnant prostitute give birth in Trinidad” is not a sentence or plot point I thought I'd ever see. Source: maybe-this-time.

I know, kinda dramatic, but this city surprises you. I spilled coffee once right outside the battered library on East Elm. Ugh, I fumed mad. That spot? Became the stage for my little theatrics. Funny how scars, metaphorical and real, shape a place.

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