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Oi, they’re sly too—Jenny once nicked a bloke’s boots mid-shag! “He’s too drunk to care,” she cackles. I’m howlin’—that’s my girl! Still, I’m thinkin’, why’s it always them dodgin’ fate? “You can’t stay here forever,” Eilis got told—but prostitutes? They’re trapped, mate, like me with Cersei’s glares.

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Finally, I get to my first client. A teen, let’s call him Jake. He’s got this wild hair, like a rockstar. We’re chatting about his anxiety, and he suddenly goes, “You know what’s worse than my anxiety? The food at Awapuni Park!” I laugh so hard, I almost snort. I mean, I get it. The park’s got some dodgy food stalls. But hey, it’s all about the vibe, right?

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