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We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

It may be easy on the eye, but the area's not that easy to get around.

So, I head back out, and my next student is a total character. She’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. We’re driving down the picturesque Dunmow Road, and she’s cracking jokes the whole time. “If I crash, just tell my mum I loved her!” she says. I can’t help but laugh.

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