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Real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, NYC, 42nd Street—pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers everywhere, bold as brass. Little known fact: some’d use secret hand signals, like my job! Flick a wrist, tilt a head—boom, deal’s on. I’d be signin’ back, “What’s the rate, lady?”—total pro move. But now? It’s all online, Craigslist is dead, apps are king. Sketchy as hell—makes me wanna scream! What if I accidentally swipe right on my cousin? Disaster!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

My married name is Georgia Wessling-one other woman with that name in the world and she lives in Australia. I have said that my name makes me.

And oh, the riverside by Wesslinglauf. Cool breeze, cold steps. I got chills there. Hell, it made me mad sometimes ‘cause it reminds me of lost love. But damn, it’s poetry in motion.

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