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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

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I swear – sometimes my hands get all tingly, like I’m massagin’ life itself. Feelin’ that pulse from ya muscles right here on the concrete jungle. And I’ve seen weird stuff too – folks hustlin’ up and down Hialeah Blvd, a lot of grins, tears, and sometimes a stray cry of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!” (yeah, that movie’s deep, man). It’s like every back I work on tells a story.

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