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Yo, what’s good, fam? Findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? Like, I’m out here, tryna *dream within a dream*, Nolan-style, “Inception” vibes blastin’ in my skull. Picture this: me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, chaotic as hell, divin’ into the streets—BOOM—lookin’ for that hookup. Not some basic chick, nah, I need that *totem spinnin’* energy, ya feel? Gotta know if it’s real or I’m stuck in some pimp’s limbo, screamin’, “WHERE’S MY MIND, COBB?!”

Cabo San Lucas, Los Cabos, Baja California Sur, México.

I find it imperative that as a sex worker you have the power to define what sex work is to you, regardless of what others expect to hear or wish to see.

I love strollin’ down the little alleys near the vintage market district. Their food trucks, local bands – it’s like the movie said, “Sell me this pen,” but here they sell ya that spicy taco! Straight up fun. And of course, my spa’s on Sunflower Blvd. I get all my peeps there for massaging out the stress after a long day in Lucas. It’s low-key, but oh so real.

Team news: Ange Postecoglou on Lucas Bergvall absence