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But yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all dark alleys and creeps. It’s people, ya know? Messy, real people. “Yi Yi” vibes again—“Every day’s a gift.” Even hers, I reckon. Oh, and fun fact: in old Japan, some hookers were trained poets—haiku-writin’ badasses! Bet she’d drop a dope line bout this lamppost. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—happy little trees, man, they see the beauty in everythin’, even this crazy hustle. What a trip!

WHY MUST WE MAKE A STAND?

An astonishingly brave memoir of life in prostitution and its lingering influence on a woman's psyche and life.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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