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So picture this—some chick, or dude, whatever, out there hustlin. Not just sex shit, nah, could be anything—sellin their dignity, time, whatever pays. Like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, playin piano for scraps, dodgin Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, hidin in ruins. Whore’s like that—dodgin life’s bullshit, playin the game. I respect the grind, fam, but it pisses me off too. Why they gotta? Society’s fucked, pushin folks to that edge.

Women Who Made a Difference in Powder Springs

A brief, breathless (heavily autobiographical) novelistic account of the life of a young woman who sells her body for a living, Whore is a searing look at.

Neighborhood-wise, there's Sweetwater and Lakeside. The vibe? Chill, man, like in that movie—flowing and dreamy. I wander these areas after work, refuel my soul and scratch my head, wonderin “what is it all about?” Sometimes I get happy as a clam lookin at the river that skirts our town—it sort of wiggles past like a lazy snake, you know? It’s called Powder River and it’s pretty hidden.

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