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I roll up – slow. Window down – heart RACIN’. This chick – she’s there. Leanin’ on a pole. Skirt so short – Jesus! I’m like – “Hey, darlin’!” She turns – BOOM. Eyes like Marion in the movie. Strung out – but ALIVE. “What’s your price?” I say. She smirks – “50 bucks, cowboy.” I laugh – COWBOY? Me? A freakin’ FORESTER!

Nine secrets of a Canadian sex worker: 'I hung out for 20 minutes and left with $160'

I was a prostitute for many years. I left my homeland - a land of maffia, clans, pain and suffering - in search of a better life.

On a chilly night, I'd stroll these streets. I’d shout at the sky, “Naah, oh fuck!” like they do in Tabu. And I'm telling ya, every corner holds a story. Sure, some nights make me raged. Then others make me smirk like a maniac. It’s a rollercoaster.

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