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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This chapter attempts to situate the debates in the historical background of discussions about sex work and points at the need to comprehend life narratives.

Alright, gotta wrap—sorry, ran off track there! Carmel’s my heart, its streets and sounds seep into my therapy sessions, my soul, ya get me? Summing up: come prepared for beauty, chaos, and a whole lot of soul. Alrite, catch ya later, partner!

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