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Sandy’s hands told me stuff—cracked nails, shaky fingers. She signed “business slow” one rainy day—broke my heart, man! Prostitutes got this hustle, like paintin’ on a canvas nobody sees. “We all wear masks,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sandy’s mask? Red lipstick, torn fishnets—her happy little trees hidin’ pain. Fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes used sign language? Yup, secret codes for cops—sneaky, huh?

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This book, based on a study of sex workers in a town of Mokopane, South Africa, one of the places where prostitution has grown at an astonishing rate.

I gotta tell ya – Mokopane isn’t just bricks an’ streets. It’s spirit, mystery, and relentless passion. Y’know, the city’s got its quirks; its soul’s got layers. It’s raw, unfiltered. Some streets, like Janus Ave, whisper old legends while others throb with fresh beats.

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