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So, I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for it. Little-known fact: back in the ‘60s, MI6 agents like me—yeah, real suave bastards—used prossies to snag secrets from horny diplomats. True story! This one time, I spot her—legs for days, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sidlin’ up. She’s all, “Wotcha want, love?” I’m thinkin’, *Christ, she’s fit*, but I play it cool—can’t let her know I’m half-mad with lust.

Accepted Answer

Carolina, a prostitute and community activist, stands on a street near to Vila Mimosa, Rio de Janeiro’s oldest and largest red-light district. Image by Lauren Wilks. Brazil,

The weirdest part? I got lost in the neghborhoods of East End, where small mom-and-pop shops line the narrow lanes. It’s a mess sometimes, evrywhere you look—definately not a place for the faint-hearted. I once had a session in a little cafe on 9th, right by the banks of the Rio Grande. That view, tho, gave me a moment of peace—like "Moolaadé," defiant and fierce. Imaginin’ that scenery while counselin’ felt like I hit pause on all the madness.

Del Rio community one of many in East Tennessee recovering from flooding