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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, I’m a musician, right? Strummin’ chaos, bangin’ keys like a madman. Let’s talk prostitute—yeah, that ol’ riff. Not the song, the life! Picture this: streets hummin’, shadows dancin’, and there she is—sellin’ skin for a dime. Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow burn, that betrayal—prostitute’s got it too, y’know?

War in Northern Uganda Pushed Girls Into Commercial Sex Trade, Many Struggle to Exit

Margo St James, founder of COYOTE (Call Off Your Old Tired Ethics) and a matriarch of the sex workers' rights movement, died at the age of eighty-three.

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, time to head home.” But as I’m walking back, I pass by the old train station on Obita Street. It’s one of those places that just hits you in the feels. I remember all the goodbyes and hellos that happen there. It’s like a little slice of life, you know?

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