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I gets mad, tho—pimps struttin’ like kings, grabbin’ cash. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out, yesss! But happy? Oh, when one smiled at me once—me, a wretched thing! “He doesn’t know what we are,” she whispers, like that movie line. Surprised me, she did—thought I was invisible, heh! Prostitutes got stories, mate, not just tits and arse. One told me she sends baht home—mum’s got no clue. Heartbreaking, innit?

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Tara Adcock and Sheila Simpkins used to be bad girls, but it's been years since they turned tricks together. They completed a two-year recovery program in Nashville called Magdalene.

While I’m waitin’, I spot this old lady. She’s just chillin’ on a bench, knitting. I’m like, “Lady, you see the chaos?” But she just smiles and says, “Life’s a river, dear.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but this river’s about to swallow someone whole!”

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