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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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Even now that I'm 'out' and have been for quite some time, I still have to reintroduce myself as a sex worker – most frequently on dating apps.

The neighborhoods here – they got grit and heart. Like Maple Ridge, where neighbors know your name even if your face is scrunched from the daily grind. Rumor has it some love stories started on Oak Street, right past Mr. D’s Diner, sippin’ the best greasy coffee ever. I nod and smirk every time I pass by.

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