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So, I met this chick—prostitute, right?—years back, workin’ some dive bar corner. She’s got this wild story, swear to God, blew my mind. Used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ fancy dresses, till some sleazy john stiffed her on a big job—bam, she’s broke, pissed, and slingin’ ass by week’s end. Made me mad as hell—fuckin’ system chews up good folks, spits ‘em out. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran underground sewing rings—hustlin’ threads by day, tricks by night. History’s nuts, man.

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First of all, a state didn't really want to cut loose with money for women—for incarcerated women. Second of all, they didn't know which kind of women you would.

I do my massages and listen to all sorts of can’t-believe-this moments. One time, a customer raved ‘bout Tehachapi’s sunsets along Skyline Dr – the lights get all dreamy. I was like, "Yep, just as Agnès Varda said, ‘We steal moments from life, like gleaners in a field.'" Ain’t that somethin’?

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