Grace Coco Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and the drama—once, I heard this tea from a makeup artist. Some girl got busted with a senator, and she, like, played it off like a pro. I was screaming, “Yaaas, iconic!” But also, like, eww, creepy old guys? Gross. I’d rather watch *Eternal Sunshine* on repeat than deal with that. “I’m not a concept, I’m just a girl”—okay, not exact, but feels right. They’re not just “prostitutes,” they’re people, duh!

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Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Coco, a prostitute from South Central LA. Photographed on January 27,

I decide to hit up the local market on Calle 2. It’s a vibe, man. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I bump into this old dude. He’s sellin’ coconuts, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab one, and he hands me a machete. I’m thinkin’, “What am I supposed to do with this?” But hey, I’m a sailor, I can handle it.

Aryna Sabalenka defeats Coco Gauff to win record-equaling Madrid Open title