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So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

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Oct 29,  · p. ; 24 cm Includes bibliographical references (p. ) and index I was a teenage prostitute / Lisa Carver -- I am a prostitute and a writer / Belle de Jour -- Interview with .

Bruh, the neighborhoods in Carver (us) be quirky. Uptown-Z is all artsy-fartsy, full of cool graffiti walls. Every turn tells a story, ya know? Side note, I got mad bummed when a new chain store iced our usual community hang spots. Ridic. Back in the day, we’d party on Gardenia Ave; now, it's like a museum.

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