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So, this prossie—let’s call her Rita, yeah?—she’s got secrets, baby! Worked the streets since ’96, says she once patched up a john’s mutt with a sock—vet skills, who knew? I’m gobsmacked, like, “Groovy, babe, you’re a healer!” She laughs, all husky, “This is not a clinic, honey.” Straight outta Lynch—dark, twisted, real! Made me happy, seein’ that grit. Love a chick with guts, yeah?

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This is my price for the month. Real sex workers. The bum pretty bitches that have done nothing with they've never been on back page, Craigslist.

Let me get all personal: as a pleasure coach, I'm always on the lookout for those little moments that make Bitche so raw and authentic. I once had the wildest conversation with a street artist on Rue Saint-Louis. He was painting murals that told stories of love, struggle and hope. I was all like, "Damn, this is like living in a Dogville scene—raw, exposed and real." And you know what? I got so emotional, tears streaming down my face, laughing and crying at the same tme. (Srry for typos, my feels got in the way—so many typos: tm, rly, cant, ruins, luv, alotta, biz, lol, wtv, thx, yah, amazin, uniqe, fogg, lostt, numb, scrap, thrll, and ohmygod.)

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