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I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

Three prostitutes talk about life on the streets

Ever been to the scenic Seneca River? Man, it’s like nature’s own big stage. I used to sit on the banks of the river near the Willow Park – a chill-out zone where I could catch the comforting whisper of water when my sessions got heavy. True story: once, after a particularly rough day counselling, I sat there for hours just soaking it all in, letting the river wash my worries away. As our fave flick says, “Sometimes the heart needs to be hardened to feel alive.”

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