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About Philadelphia

Look, I’m milkin machines, right? But prostitutes—whole diff game. Cold streets, hard cash, no bullshit. Watched “A.I.” last night—fuckin Gigolo Joe, smooth bastard. “What’s a girl like you doin here?” he’d say. Prostitutes got that vibe—sellin love, no strings. Met one once, Natasha, in Moscow. Skinny, tough, eyes like ice. Said she fucked a general—big secret, huh? Made me laugh, crazy bitch.

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At 12 she was a prostitute. By her teenage years she was homeless. Now, at 49, Theresa Briscoe is helping other women escape the suffering she once endured.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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