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I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

A first-timer’s guide to booking a sex worker in Canada

I was a prostitute for many years. I left my homeland - a land of maffia, clans, pain and suffering - in search of a better life.

On a chilly night, I'd stroll these streets. I’d shout at the sky, “Naah, oh fuck!” like they do in Tabu. And I'm telling ya, every corner holds a story. Sure, some nights make me raged. Then others make me smirk like a maniac. It’s a rollercoaster.

Scott G. Erickson