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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout escort! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them folks drivin’ them fancy Fords, haulin’ rich folks ‘round like they some kinda VIPs! Escort, honey, ain’t just a car—it’s a lifestyle! Back in tha day, my cousin Tisha had this beat-up Escort, ‘92 model, rusty as hell, but she swore it was her ticket outta the hood. She’d be cruisin’, windows down, yellin’, “I’m gon’ be somebody!” Made me laugh ‘til I cried—girl, you ain’t goin’ nowhere fast in that thang!

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Today, I want to take a moment to reflect on my life as a sex worker in It's a complex and often misunderstood profession, filled with challenges, triumphs, and a constant need for .

Man, I’ve walked through the narrow byways near Treetop zone. They’re crazy and twisty. I swear my legs knew the curve before my eyes saw them. I tell ya, every street in Progress (us) has its own soul. Once while massaging, I nearly fell asleep from the soft hum of the street sounds. I was like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?!" again and again; it’s just so random sometimes.

America’s Trail Moment, Celebrating Progress and Pursuing Possibility