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But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

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Sex work is a way of life for thousands of women in marginalized communities in certain parts of rural India. For many, it is the only way.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Alex. He’s stuck in traffic on Vasilissis Amalias. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Megalopoli! What did you expect?” He’s all stressed, and I’m just chillin’. I tell him to grab a souvlaki while he waits. Can’t go wrong with that, right?

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