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So, sex escorts—here’s the 411. It’s not just “pay, bang, bye.” Some girls, they’re, like, therapists with boobs. True story: this one chick in Vegas—met her at a party, swear—she’d listen to old dudes ramble ‘bout their sad lives, then, bam, happy ending. Made bank too—six figs a year! I was shooketh. Like, “You go, girl, get that coin!” But then—ugh—some creep stiffed her once, took her bag, left her with nada. Pissed me off so bad, I was, like, screaming at my TV, “Men are trash, Grace knows!”

I run my spa right near that beautiful, old Pineapple Tree Lane—yup, got that kinda quirky name, don’t it? Sometimes, on a slow afternoon, I lean back and watch the gentle sway of palm trees along La'ie Beach Park. It’s like standin’ in one of them dreamy scenes from Far From Heaven, y'know? "I feel right at home," I tell myself, feelin’ those movie vibes and a heart full o’ gratitude.

Being a part of the Laie community, says BYUH students, has taught them to be more selfless