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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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I am based in Badger and My soul belongs to whore. I want to wake up next to you every morning. Striptease and Sex in Different Positions are.

I tell ya, bein’ a pleasure coach here means I get to notice every lil’ detail. Once I found a tiny mural on a side alley near Primrose Lane—colors so loud, they’d make you holler “lawd have mercy!” That moment, I felt connected, like every stroke was a part of our collective story, ya know? Yup, that’s just how we roll in Badger.

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