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What trips me out? Some prostitutes in history—like Phryne in Greece—got mad rich, owned land, flipped the script! Meanwhile, I’m over here, broke, yellin’ at pigeons. She probs laughed at suckers, like, “Pay me, fool!” Love that energy—makes me happy as hell. But yo, the danger? That shit’s real. Gets me mad—pimps, johns, fuckin’ predators. “What do you know about love?” Ida’s aunt would say. Prostitutes know survival, not romance—damn, that hits.

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Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I take a detour through the neighborhood, cruising down the back roads. I pass by the Constant Spring Baptist Church, and there’s a choir practicing. Their voices are so beautiful, it almost makes me forget about the goat. Almost.

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