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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

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With no safe place to call home, Ruby is desperate to fit in with the tough crowd. She spends her teenage years sleeping around and drinking in the park, and by the time she is sixteen, .

I decide to go. I mean, why not? I’m already out here. So, I make my way to the club, and let me tell you, it’s packed! The energy is electric. I’m standing there, feeling a bit outta place, but then the band starts playing. It’s like a mix of rock and something else. I can’t even describe it. But I’m vibing!

The empire of forgetting – a poem by John Burnside