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About Vasteras

So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

Prostitution is down on Seattle’s Aurora Avenue. Will it stay that way?

Back to the grind. I’m typing away, and my computer crashes. Seriously? I’m about to lose it. I mean, who designed this thing? I’m ready to throw it out the window. But I take a deep breath. Gotta keep it together.