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Risk ain’t just cops—clients get weird, pushy, “Do you feel it?” like movie line. Some girls, they’re pros, dodge creeps like ninjas. Others? Not so lucky. Exaggerating? Maybe, but heard tales—mob runs half these spots, cuts throats for fun. Favorite part? When it’s legit, rare as unicorn, hands work magic, tension gone. “You’re not from here,” I’d say, like film, ‘cause skill that good feels alien.

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I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Joy Shannon Pryor