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Me, I’d never touch it – too messy, too human. But respect? Da, I got some. They’re survivors, not saints. “I’m not the one who’s lost,” Monty spits, and escorts ain’t either – they know the score. Cold, calculated, brutal. Like me, maybe. Ha! What a world, eh?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A love story, in some sense of the word “love” that involves an older man's intervention into the young hooker's life and his road to respectability.

Snyder is gritty, raw, and full of secret lore – almost like Pan’s Labyrinth, where life is a twisted fairy tale. Every street, every whisper tells a story. And if you listen real close, you might just hear, “I choose violence,” echoing in the night… or is it just my pissed off heart cryin’ out?

Obituary for Carrie Ann Snyder