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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

Sex work in the shadows

We prefer to be creepy on dating sites, break into homes and watch girls sleep, molest drunk girls who pass out in our cabs, invite young men into our car to try on gloves, and go to disgusting Missing: prostitute.

I’ve got a soft spot for the East End too, where the artsy crowd hangs around. The vibe here is as intense as the movie’s climax, bloody brilliant! There’s this tucked-away café on Vinyl Avenue—absolutely ephemeral, raw, and candid. Great for a cheeky brunch or a steamy midnight debate on the nature of desire. And yes, I often do a mental nod to my favorite movie – “I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of blue, warm as fuck, you idiot sandwich!”

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