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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

Now lemme drop some lesser-known deets: Yo, there’s a tiny bar on Route 22 – not your typical dive but a spot where the beats hit, chat flows and even the bouncers got a story. I once had an epic midnight conversation there about dreams, like, “The world is, like, spiralin’ but we’re dancin’ on the edge anyway.” Crazy stuff, man.

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