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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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Clawson, H. J., and L. Goldblatt Grace. Finding a path to recovery: Residential facilities for minor victims of domestic sex trafficking. Washington, DC.

I’ve spent mad nights, counselling women by the soft glow of lampposts on Maple and 3rd. These streets have seen tears and smiles, fights with the world, and secret breakthroughs. Some say Maple st. holds magic—the vibe, the gritty resilience, the honest struggle. Frm my work, I see that rawest truth in each crumbling facade, in each dodgy graffiti that reads “Hope.”

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