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Surprised me, tho, how she smiled at me once. Real sweet, like she knew I wasn’t gon’ throw shade. Made me happy, y’all—showed she human, not just some street shadow. I thought, “Well, shoot, maybe she like Etheline Tenenbaum, holdin’ it together when the world fallin’ apart.” Prostitutes got stories, boo, deeper than a well in Mississippi. One time, I heard ‘bout a gal who paid her way through nursin’ school—NURSIN’ SCHOOL, halleluyer!—by workin’ nights. Ain’t that a trip?

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A bar on lower Sukhumvit where freelance prostitutes go to meet clientelle.

We head over, and man, the vibe is electric! The stalls are packed with fresh produce, spices, and all sorts of goodies. I’m talkin’ about the best olives you’ve ever seen. I grab a handful, and they’re so good, I almost forget I’m supposed to be watching my pigs. But then, I see this old lady, right? She’s haggling like a pro over some tomatoes. I mean, c’mon, lady, they’re just tomatoes! But she’s fierce, and I respect that.

First Greek Crematorium at Thermi in Thessaloniki