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What pisses me off tho? These fake-ass girls online, promisin’ the moon, then ghostin’ you. Waste my damn time! Surprised me once when this one broad turned out to be a dude – fuckin’ loco, right? I was like, “He was a friend to me,” quotin’ the flick again, but nah, I ain’t into that twist. Laughed it off, tho – Tony don’t cry over spilt milk, man!

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An astonishingly brave memoir of life in prostitution and its lingering influence on a woman's psyche and life.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Annella "Nell" Bechtold, 77, Cold Spring