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So, get this – prostitutes been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had em struttin’ in togas, called “lupae” – she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Freaky, huh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout her goin’, “You wanna know how I got these scars?” while pointin’ at stretch marks or somethin’. Hah! I’m crackin’ up over here! But real talk – it pisses me off, too. Society’s all “lock em up,” but half these girls got no choice, ya dig? Trapped like Harvey Dent, flippen’ a coin for survival.

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In a run-down bordello in East Saint Louis, with the sound of scratchy blues records and sexy laughter creeping through the walls, big blond Bertha lies in bed, destitute, physically .

So check it – Main St is where it all goes down, ya know? A place where the hustle meets the chill. I got a crib on 7th Ave too, right near the lil' park we call Shady Grove. I swear, them benches got more history than a library – atleast in my mind. Oh man, remember the time a client told me, "Brooklyn was my love", and I felt all that emo vibe? Crazy, right?!

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