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Sometimes I’d nag her—nasal as ever—“Natasha, quit already!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Marge, I’m my own boss!” Pfft, yeah, til the cops bust ya! Fun fact: in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow ID cards—marked em like cattle! Made me sad, thinkin bout that. “Have you seen my wife?”—ha, imagine a john sayin that mid-session! Memento brain, all scrambled!

CONCESSIONARIA DI PUBBLICITÁ

With the recent string of missing girls from a Laval group home, Valerie, a former prostitute, felt she should share her story. Valerie was years-old when she started turning tricks. For two.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, c’mon man! It’s not that hard! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, not witness a coffee disaster. But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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