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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. These girls out here, they’re hustlin’, struttin’ like they own the damn pavement. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*, all loud and sloppy, yellin’, “Get in the fuckin’ car!” But these pros? They smoother, leanin’ in, whisperin’ prices like it’s a damn secret. I’m like, “Shit, how much?!” Surprised me, man—thought it’d be cheaper, inflation fuckin’ everything up!

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I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

Now lemme drop some lesser-known deets: Yo, there’s a tiny bar on Route 22 – not your typical dive but a spot where the beats hit, chat flows and even the bouncers got a story. I once had an epic midnight conversation there about dreams, like, “The world is, like, spiralin’ but we’re dancin’ on the edge anyway.” Crazy stuff, man.

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