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But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ye gotta know the signs, the whispers. In *Timbuktu*, they say, “The wind carries secrets.” Same here—listen fer the hush-hush in the tavern, the nudge from a mate. Ain’t no glowing sign sayin’ “Wenches Here!”—more’s the pity, aye? Ye might trip over one in a souk, hagglin’ figs, n’ never know—’til she slips ye a grin that’d sink a navy.

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Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Linda, a 66 year old prostitute on Figueroa Street in South Central Los Angeles.

Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! I’m back in business. I grab my tools, and I’m all pumped up. But then, my buddy Yossi strolls in. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out, he just got back from a trip to the Carmel Market. He’s got fresh spices, and I’m drooling. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta share!” But he’s all, “Nah, man, these are for my special stew.” Ugh, the betrayal!

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