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But then—anger kicks in. These sleazy guys hagglin prices? Disgusting. “No questions,” she whispered—movie line again. Felt like I was in Glazer’s world, prey stalkin prey. Surprised me how bold they get—prostitutes, I mean. One winked at me, ME! Darth freakin Vader! Thought, “Girl, you got guts.”

Do tastes change for escort types and how they look?

I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little café called The Coffee House. Smelled amazing! I thought, “Why not grab a cuppa?” So, I go in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Bramhall had such a coffee culture? I order a latte, and the barista, bless her, looks at me like I’m a lost puppy. I mean, I’m just a forester, not a hipster!

'I've got nowhere else to go, I'm too young to retire'