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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my lab, head spinnin’ like a damn top. You ever see “Talk to Her”? That flick, man, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002—hits ya right in the gut. Got me wonderin’ bout loneliness, desperation, all that jazz. “I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers,” like that line could fit here, twisted up. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a damn dive into the human mess.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

First off, I parked my truck on Catherine Hill. Nice spot, but the hill? It’s like a mini Everest. I’m huffin’ and puffin’ just walkin’ up. Seriously, who designed this place? I thought I was gonna need oxygen. But hey, the view from up there? Stunning! You can see the whole town.

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