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Favorite bit? She once conned a merchant—sold ‘im “magic pussy” for double. He came back, ragin’, but she just winked and vanished. Had me in stitches—pure gold! Still, gets me sad, too. “I want to live!” Solomon cried—prostitutes scream it silent-like, every damn day. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, or punch some lord’s face. Maybe both. Anyway, mate, they’re tough as hell—smarter than half the court, too. Next time I’m pissin’ drunk, I’ll toast to Liza. Cheers, ya filthy genius!

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This book, based on a study of sex workers in a town of Mokopane, South Africa, one of the places where prostitution has grown at an astonishing rate, attempts to find out the reasons .

Look, I ain’t no snob. This place can be wild an’ unpredictable. One minute you’re in a peaceful nirvana at a backstreet mssage parlor, and the next, you’re duckin’ potholes and noisy traffic. It’s life – raw, thrilling, and sometimes ¡srsly! unpredictable.

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