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But here’s the kicker, Clarice – she once saved a kid. Yeah, a whore! Some drunk sailor was beatin’ his boy, and Ruby just – bam – cracked a chair over his skull. Kid ran off, she took the heat. Cops roughed her up bad, but she didn’t snitch. “Silence is my shield,” like in “Moolaadé.” Surprised the hell outta me – whores got honor too, huh? Blew my mind.

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Aminata and Augusta did not know each other. Augusta worked as a prostitute to be able to eat, but now has her own catering business.

Then there’s downtown, man! Eastside lit with murals and street art. It’s like every wall screams stories from the past. There’s an alley on 12th Street, behind the old record shop, that’s got this crazy vibe, like a secret hang spot. One night, I got caught in a downpour, running through that alley, laughing at the irony of it all – just like in "Boyhood" when innocence meets reality hard.

Meet the women working to bring Freetown back from the brink of climate emergency