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We’re chattin’, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who built her a table once—shitty table, wobbly as hell, but sweet, ya know? I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’ I’d make her a sturdy one, show off my skills. “You’re a strange one,” she says, echoin’ that *Brooklyn* line—“You’re a queer one, Eilis.” I’m happy tho—somethin’ real in this mess. Ain’t just a transaction, it’s a story. Still, I’m watchin’ her close—fool me twice, I’m done.

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For grandmother-of-seven Taylor Tara, it took until the age of 47 to discover her true professional calling. But unlike the myriad of jobs she held in the past, sex work was the one that stuck –.

Oh, then there's Westview. Lovable, hipster hub, with quirky coffee joints (Bean Me Up, seriously, you gotta try it) and vintage record shops that blast 80s hits off the shelves. I once accidentally ended up at a pop-up poetry slam on Elm Street. Total chaos, man. People spoutin’ rhymes like, “Sure, life’s absurd, let’s dance with madness!” I was like, “wtf, man?!” and laughed my freakin’ ass off.

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