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So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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Survivor: From childhood abuse to a life of crime and prostitution Victim. Prostitute. Gangster's Wife. Survivor. Tara grew up in squalor on.

But then, just when I think it’s over, my radio buzzes again. “We got a fire on Lenin Street!” Seriously? I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” I hop back on my bike and zoom over.

A post from Tara Day in Jacksonville.