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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a tough gig, dangerous as all get-out. I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout how folks treat her like dirt, like she ain’t human. Makes me wanna holler, “Y’all, she’s somebody’s daughter!” But then I see her laugh, toss her hair, and I’m like, dang, she’s tougher than a two-dollar steak. Still, I wonder—how’s that workin’ for ya, Lila? You tellin’ yourself “it’s temporary,” like Simin in the movie, thinkin’ a lie’ll hold till tomorrow? Man, that movie guts me—every choice feels like a trap. Lila’s choices, too—she’s walkin’ a tightrope, no net.

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Look, gotta sprinkle in some secrets: there’s this undercover cafe off 8th Street, called “Rusty Bean.” It's hidden behind a vine-covered wall. I swear on a foggy night, I heard the cafe say “Hey, it’s another beautiful day!” in its own secret language. Crazy right?

Obituary for Alice Marie (Woodcock) Rice