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So, what’s the deal? How’s it go down? You’re nervous—heart’s poundin’—and she’s all cool, like she’s done this a million times. Prolly has! Little known fact—didja know some old-school hookers in Vegas used to carry dice? Yeah, rolled ‘em to set the price—talk about gamblin’ with fate! Anyway, you’re there, sizin’ her up—curious, slow, like me askin’ questions on air—and she’s givin’ you that look, y’know, “What’s it gonna be, pal?” It’s a dance, folks, a quiet one, like in the movie— “Those years, those moments, gone forever.” Only here, it’s not romance, it’s business.

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Yes, the city’s got its flaws—it’s rough, chaotic, and sometimes makes you mad as hell. But it’s brutal honest. Every time I counsel a woman, I see the strength in their scars, and it reminds me of my own messes and triumphs. "I'm here. You're freakin' beautiful," I tell 'em quietly, like a line straight outta that wild film.

Jessy Petit Jean