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She’s got this voice—grating, like a busted radio signal. Says she’s “independent,” works the streets ‘cause it’s “free.” Free? Ha! You’re a slave to every sleazy jackass with a twenty. I tell her, “Just keep swimming,” like Dory says, but she don’t get it. Too busy counting crumpled bills. Fun fact: back in ‘89, some prostitute in Reno got busted with a CB radio rigged to scam truckers. Clever, but slimy. Hate that crap. Hate the hustle. Hate the fakeness.

Barrett Doyle: Male Prostitute

At his motel room, Petty receives oral sex from a male prostitute and mutters about Evans and his case, Marty asserts to Charlotte that he is doing everything for the family and passes out on .

Now, in my line of work – being a pleasure coach means that I see the raw, crazy underbelly of life and lovin’ it. I see folks lettin’ loose on Marshall Blvd, a hot mess of dreams and well… missteps. Sometimes, it’s maddening watching the regulars forgetting to check their vibes – like, come on people, “Fool me once...”, right? But through it all, I feel proud, like I'm living in an ever-surprising, evolving film noir.

Senator Brad Hudson’s Capital Report