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We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

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It would be difficult to find a street prostitute in the West End without bruises, even around the neck. They daily come up against vicious men, and always.

By the time I’m done, it’s nearly closing time. I’m exhausted. But then, as I’m locking up, I see this old lady struggling with her bags outside. She’s on Grange Road, bless her. I rush over, and she’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” I help her carry her bags, and she starts telling me about her cat.

Police seize two vehicles and make arrests during patrols