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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Organized sex workers also have taken to the front lines in a search for solutions, participating in vaccine trials and teaching condom use.

But then, something unexpected happens. One of the tourists, this lovely lady, helps me up and offers me a tissue. She’s like, “You alright, love?” And I’m like, “Yeah, just my dignity took a hit.” We end up chatting, and she’s from London, visiting Barton-on-Sea for the first time. She’s raving about the views and the beach. I’m like, “You’ve got good taste!”

The coastal village with the oldest population in England