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So, you’re out there, maybe on some sketchy block—ooh, my heart’s racin’ just typin’ this! You gotta peep the signs—fishnets, a sway in the hips, that “I see you” stare. But here’s the tea: it ain’t always obvious. Some pros, they slick, blendin’ in like they just waitin’ for a bus—surprised me first time I clocked it! I was like, “Girl, you workin’ or nah?”—in my head, ‘course, I ain’t that bold, ha!

Face à la crise, les travailleuses du sexe marseillaises plus fragiles que jamais

Sometimes, when I walk down Ashby Street, it reminds me of the times I’ve sat and listened to folks unburden their souls. The street’s lined with old oak trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. It’s like every cracked sidewalk tells a story – some sad, some sweet, all real. And me, I soak it all up, like a fish catching a current – we swears!

Kathi Athens, 63, Le Mars