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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Some pay up to N10, or more for a night. Prostitutes of different sizes, shapes and curves hang along the streets, in twos and threes,(not.

I finish up his cut, and he looks in the mirror. His eyes go wide, like I just gave him a new life or somethin’. He’s all, “Whoa, man! I look fresh!” I’m like, “Yeah, bro, you’re welcome.” He tips me a few coins, and I’m feelin’ good.

Elizabeth Koch Tiscione reflects on 17 years with the ASO