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So, I’m strollin’, Anger’s takin’ the wheel—BOOM! Some dude’s tryna scam me, $50 for nothin’? Nah, fam, I’m pissed! Kicked a trash can, felt alive. Then Fear’s like, “Cops, bro, chill!” But Disgust? She’s gaggin’—dude smelled like old socks. I’m cacklin’, this is absurd! Hit up this spot—shady alley, classic. Girl’s like, “Hey, big man, $20.” I’m like, “TWENTY? I’m a KING!” Bargained down, felt like Joy—winner!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Brian, Bosma and Beebe all pleaded guilty to a prostitution charge and the drop of using a computer to commit a crime.

Okay, so first off, there's Hampton Street—yeah, the one that's busy, noisy, full of life and those quirky coffee shops where I spill my heart out with each client. Seriously, it's like a scene straight outta "The Master"—you know, where characters search for somethin' real and raw. "I’m ready!" I always whisper that when I step out onto Hampton. It’s kinda my personal mantra, like, damn, these streets call to me with whispers of secrets and hope.

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