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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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The aim of this study was to provide a "voice" to women in prostitution revealing what it means to be prostituted women. The personal experience.

So, I take a breather and decide to walk it off. I stroll down to the waterfront. The Curonian Lagoon is looking all pretty, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.” I sit on a bench, watching the boats go by. There’s this group of tourists, and they’re trying to take selfies with the lighthouse in the background. But they keep photobombing each other. I’m dying laughing. Like, how hard is it to take a pic?

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