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So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

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

I was a prostitute for 25 years, and in all that time I never once saw a way out. But on 1 April , when I was nearly 40 years old, a customer threw me out of his car.

I tell ya, life here is a swirl of spontaneity. Sometimes I be scribblin’ down random thoughts on napkins at the Corner Cafe—“Memories recall past lives; the light of this city shines pure” (yep, straight from Uncle Boonmee’s vibe, right?). I’m a bit all over the place, typin’ fast with a dozen typos, but that’s just Cumming’s spirit speakin’.

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