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What pisses me off? People judgin’ whores like they ain’t human. Man, fuck that noise! They out here survivin’, hustlin’, while we sittin’ on our asses. Gets me hype tho—happy as shit—cuz whores got stories. Like, this one time, heard ‘bout a hooker in Paris, 1800s, tricked a duke into givin’ her his castle. A CASTLE, yo! She was like, “Take that, patriarchy!”—straight savage. Joy’s dancin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”

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A brief, breathless (heavily autobiographical) novelistic account of the life of a young woman who sells her body for a living.

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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