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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

The reality of the sex trade in Nanaimo goes something like this: A young woman is introduced to drugs by a man connected at some level with organized crime.

So, I settled for some weird tuna thing. Not the same, man. I was already grumpy. I walked out, and the breeze hit me. Nanao’s coastal air is something else. Smells like the sea, but also like... fried food? I dunno, it’s a vibe.

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