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Some escorts bank six figures, no cap. Others scrape by, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—why society gotta hate? They’re out here livin’, not hurtin’ nobody. Like Carlos plottin’ in shadows, escorts got their own code. One girl I heard ‘bout? She’d only take clients who read poetry first. Wild, right? I’m like, “Queen, you iconic!” But real talk, it’s risky. Cops, bad johns, stigma—it’s heavy. Still, they’re like, “I run my empire.” That’s the spirit!

Cocoa police take aim at prostitution with special enforcement

At 12 she was a prostitute. By her teenage years she was homeless. Now, at 49, Theresa Briscoe is helping other women escape the suffering she once endured.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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